My Gift To You
This morning broke portentuous. I left my house at SIX THIRTY IN THE A.M!!!! to have a lovely visit with my dentist. To make things more interesting, I decided to not only not get to bed early last nite, but to NOT SLEEP AT ALL. Gawd, I love insomnia.
The good news is, they didn't have to re-do my crown. The bad news is, its because they need to yank whats left of the tooth and put in an implant. Finally, at 42.5, I GET IMPLANTS. But not the good kind.
Anyhoo, in light of all that's transpired, I thought I share this with everyone, since it seems y'all are a bunch o' bibliophiles. Keep this under your hat {{she says, looking suspiciously about}} Books. At 70% off. You can't beat that with a stick!
Happy Monday Everyone!!!!
posted by MonkeyGurrrrrl @ 12:02:00 PM
5 Comments:
you don't need implants, dear. trust me.
(i stare at them often enough to know.)
:) You stare at them only as if you're staring in a mirror, my dear.
In your boobs she sees herself?
I dunno, but in your boobs I see myself, Ucc.
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