Que Sera Sera

After a day of poking, prodding and long car rides, Biscuit has settled in to his favorite sleeping spot - the bathroom floor. He's also sleeping on my vacuum cord, which is making my housekeeping plans a little difficult.



The ophthalmologist says she's 95% certain that the cataracts won't get much bigger and he won't go completely blind. We'll have to watch it and go back up for periodic checks. 95 isn't 100, but it's good enough for me.

Que Sera, Sera
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

- Jay Livingston and Ray Evans