Monday, July 27, 2009

And the doctor had the nerve to

NOT notice the yard work that I had done.

Seriously. I had trimmed, shaved, hell, even used a Terrance Howard wipe prior to the appointment, and he didn't even notice.


I had the whole scenario played out in my mind. I would walk in as clean and shinny as a new Barack Obama Chia Head and sweet smelling from the wipes. I knew they would see a bigger girl walk in and think "uh-oh, fat girl funk" only to be blown away by my fantastic fragrance and well maintained nethers.

But nothing. Jerk.

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