A few days ago I thought I felt stubble on my legs. Not wanting to lapse into a coma of wishful thinking, I let it go....for probably 5 minutes before I felt again and wasn't so sure.
Well, today I could successfully run a stocking up my leg and cause snags. Not much of a cause for celebration amongst most women but for me it was worthy of shaking up a champagne bottle and spraying the pit crew.
Everyone says that your hair will grow back, and a few select morons suggest that it might grow back curly. (Why would I want it to grow back curly? I don't know what to do with curly. I just want my regular hair back), but there is always that irrational fear that it doesn't.
Well whoo the fucking hoo all over me because I have stubble baby !!!
I might mention a mole on my chin that used to sprout an occasional hair, and the fact that the occasional hair has become not so occasional......but that would make me seem decidedly unattractive,,,so I won't mention it. Show me a cancer survivor who wants to appear unattractive and I will show you a clown who wants to sit alone in the back seat of a stretch limo.
I am currently, and perhaps obsessively feeling for eyelashes and I think I actually detect a slight flurry of activity. I will check again in 5 minutes, but pit crew.....stand back, we could be going for a bucket of Gator Aid.
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Sunday, June 28, 2015
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
The Birthday Frog
So, today was my birthday. It did not begin with a bang (yes I am resorting to sexual double entendre), nor did it end with a whimper ( oops I did it again ), but it did start with a frog.
As I sat on a step in the backyard, a frog decided to come and sit beside me. It took him several attempts to scale the step but he was resolute that frog. He made it on the fourth attempt and after hanging by one little frog hand and causing me to wonder if I should give him a boost. Realizing that he might take my hand around his legs as a sure sign of imminent dismemberment....I left him to his own determination. Determined he was and, after finally securing his position next to me, he sat blinking at me with an intensity that made me wonder if I had a bug on my forehead that his laser-whip frog tongue would soon consume. But no, he apparently just felt sociable.
So, it was my birthday, and it was really just another day but hey.......a frog thought I was pretty damn approachable. Things are looking up.
As I sat on a step in the backyard, a frog decided to come and sit beside me. It took him several attempts to scale the step but he was resolute that frog. He made it on the fourth attempt and after hanging by one little frog hand and causing me to wonder if I should give him a boost. Realizing that he might take my hand around his legs as a sure sign of imminent dismemberment....I left him to his own determination. Determined he was and, after finally securing his position next to me, he sat blinking at me with an intensity that made me wonder if I had a bug on my forehead that his laser-whip frog tongue would soon consume. But no, he apparently just felt sociable.
So, it was my birthday, and it was really just another day but hey.......a frog thought I was pretty damn approachable. Things are looking up.
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