#4821 ·
Larry Lewis said:I get it, really I do, but we aren't supposed to be having this kind of side conversation here. 😒
Who's actually chatting? I woke up feeling completely frazzled, downed two coffees, and then headed straight to the kitchen to cook. Breakfast was just some watermelon, then I swung by the local corner store to pick up a donut and some bread for my grandma—not that I’m actually eating it myself. 🙂 While I was at the local pub, I ran into this guy who was talking about whether or not she had received a Ziploc injection; honestly, I have no idea what that even means, so I just told him, "Well, that sounds great for you." (He’s dating the girl who supposedly gets the Ziploc thing, and she has a kid from her previous marriage). When I told him how great it sounded, he basically said they constantly have to walk on eggshells around her to make sure she's happy, and then he goes on, "We just met, but I'm going to marry her." He mentioned she'd developed that dreaded little belly—and I'll go ahead and add "dreaded" there, because it's that specific look a lot of female patients tend to get. We call it the "suburban pooch," though I suppose you might have your own version of that midsection bloat. Then I tell him, "Don't you dare leave her," and he just shrugs and says, "No way, she's exactly my type." ☕ Honestly, I'm not going anywhere until 6:00 PM. If the heat doesn't kill me first, I might even head out for a little bit later. ☕