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I know, right?!When you put it that way....
Well it could have been a bit better. Like take a picture of this sauce dribble on my shirt but keep my face out of it.
I know, right?!When you put it that way....
This makes me smile.Yes @yennyfire - I fell over laughing lololo lololololol!
Mom - Here son take my phone and please take a picture of my chest and make sure to get the cleavage. Keep my face out of the frame please. And DON'T text it to any of your friends.
Son - Have you been drinking or are you crazy?
Thank you.A bit off topic...Phanie -- I was just sketching out a pendant idea for a custom setting for a moonstone and it closely resembles the shape of yours. I'm taking that as a sign that I should proceed with the project. Nice boobs, too.
I had similar moment recently with my 19yo son. I was trying to keep the details of my upcoming surgery very generic but a few days ago he outright asked me what was going on. The jaw-dropped blank stare he gave me when I told him I was having a breast reduction was enough to make me walk to my room and then break out in hystericsWhat kind of depraved Mom am I that my first thought after failing to find the coveted boob photo was to get my impressionable son to take one for me?? I can only imagine his reaction had I asked him! I'm honestly so disturbed that I must go drink another glass of wine!
That's too funny! Yeah, we are at the stage where my 12 year old is all embarrassed by anything overtly female....I guess 19 isn't any better?? I hope that your surgery goes well and that you recover quickly!I had similar moment recently with my 19yo son. I was trying to keep the details of my upcoming surgery very generic but a few days ago he outright asked me what was going on. The jaw-dropped blank stare he gave me when I told him I was having a breast reduction was enough to make me walk to my room and then break out in hysterics
Not in the safe part of town, so don't wear any jewelry when you guys come to visit me.Every time I refresh I'm
Does anyone know where DF lives? We should do a wellness visit bahahahahahahahaha!
JennyWould it have been any better to ask my 10 year old daughter?
Not in the safe part of town, so don't wear any jewelry when you guys come to visit me.
A PS GTG without bling.
That's gotta' be a first.
Omg I usually love refreshing this thread to read new posts bc it's like many many hugs from my guardian angels around the world, but the past 24 hours has been like pure comic gold Bahahahahha.
Last night I had, can we call it, an existential crisis?! Where I questioned if my husband had truly existed. It felt like in a blink of an eye he was in my life and in a blink of an eye he was gone.
@gemgirl 's dog Chloe is a thoughtful genius and she texted me early in the AM to make sure I was up for my therapy session. I really like the psychologist. She's got a warm, calming manner about her. The session room has a rocking chair and an armless bench to lay down on. It's got a beautiful quilt pattern cover on it, not like traditional quilt but squares of velvet and patterns in jewel tones. Session is 45 minutes and I must be a fast talker bc I talked about DH, his death, alcoholism, my weight, and my childhood relationship with my mom bahahahahah. She filled a piece of paper with notes. Thankfully next week will be at a decent hour of the day lololol! The good thing about this AM session was that I got to buy a bagel for breakfast on the way home, and I've devoured half and may consume the other half. While I have kicked caffeine from just not drinking any last week, I opted to make myself a cup this AM to try to resume normal habits. I am in better spirits between all of you cracking me up (and working out my abs) and the therapy session.
This is good sweetheart, although I know it doesn't feel good. It's a normal reaction that shows you're working through your grief and moving toward a new foundation for your life. Scream if you want to; pummel a pillow and relieve some of that tension.I want to pummel my husband's chest and stomach and scream at him for leaving.
Ugh... my realtor just called to blather on ... she tends to have diarrhea of the mouth... about how it's been a terrible time and 3 deaths including my DH and a stillborn baby and some friend of hers being at my husband's accident. I eventually just stopped her and said I have to go. I stayed on the phone too long. My stomach hurts now and my back and jaw are tense. I want to pummel my husband's chest and stomach and scream at him for leaving.