Me and my acne. Sort of seems unfair in the grand scheme of things. My aging and egg-less body, but I have the complexion of a fertile teen who is chock full of eggs.
promise you a picture one of these days, unless that is too crass? I
have a couple contenders brewing on my chin as we speak. No pride and I
will do anything for a laugh, especially when it is at my expense.
Toddlerina has been sick as a goat. She is beastly when she is this sick. I had my follow up with Glinda the Good OB yesterday. Packaged up my sick little beast goat and took her with me since she was banished from school with The Fever.
This is how much I wanted to have the appt and get the low down on the placenta previa. That sentence about packaging took all my might. There was just no pleasing Her Majesty.
Glinda kept me waiting for one hour. Toddlerina read every book in the basket then ate her snack. Now what? We left the office with no sign of the good doctor in the house. Hrmpf.
I wasn't mad, but I did play up the weary look on my face and pinched Toddlerina so she would be a sobbing mess when we walked out.
Just kidding, but only because she didn't need the pinch to cue her inner beast.