"Shades Of Grey" is probably the stupidest, most poorly written book I have ever read.
The main character in "Shades" refers to her lady bits as her "sex."
Honey Boo Boo Child's mama refers to lady bits as a "biscuit."
I have more respect for someone using of the word "biscuit" to describe lady bits than for the one using the word "sex" to do so.
Don't judge me for using the phrase, "lady bits."
My person is moving away and I don't know what I'm going to do without her.
|She's my person....|
Yes, it's a "Grey's Anatomy" reference, from the early years of the show, when it was reallllly good.
|Hopefully, it won't ever come to this.|
Hot flashes make my hair curlier.
Cats don't understand that a hot flash means GET OFF OF ME.
Insomnia sucks. Insomnia peppered with hot flashes sucks worse.
My husband says that being in the same bed with me after a hot flash is like "sleeping with an eel."
Zoladex injections cost about $1400. Each. One a month for the next five years.
Sometimes, the most challenging preschool student becomes the most endearing one.
But not always.
My family is threatening to put, "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" on my headstone.
I'm still creeped out by the number of blog hits that I get from the pictures of my feet in the bathtub.
If you search for "flash your boobies" under Google Images, you will get my photo on page 2, but I am not, I assure you, flashing my boobies in it.
Perhaps I could make it to page one if I DID flash them. Something to think about....
With or without a tram flap incision, I don't think anyone can really be prepared for an amorous 24 pound cat to land on your stomach.
I have room in my lap for one 24 pound cat or one laptop. Not both.
Actually, I really don't have enough lap for the 24 pound cat at all, but just try telling HIM that when he has his mind made up to lie there.
Okay, I'm done, for now....