About 12 hours ago (whilst in the shower) I had a funny post whizzing around my head, now I'm not sure whether to write it and can't quite remember how it went - dang!
But here are the basics:
I was quite happy with the fact that for three days I haven't had to wear a pantie liner so this means I am - a) officially a shrivelled, dried up invisible old hag. sigh, and b) I have, as my BF says, 'healed over', like a shorter (much), fatter (very) Sindy doll. deeper sigh. (well it has been four years, darling!)
For those British people who remember Les Dawson's Cissie and Ada sketches, with much pursing of lips, mouthing of strategic words and arm/boob lifting, that is how I was imagining the 'conversation'. [sorry I don't know how to add a clip]
I also have a new partial denture - go me! (bloody hurts to remove so will take some getting used to!)
So, was that enough for you, or could I go further... nah, when I read it over a little bit of sick came up - bok!
(No X tonight cos I have embarrassed myself!)
I am so going to regret this in the morning.