I’m Besotted with you, Thomasina. You can’t prove otherwise.
So there.
“Defrocklement”
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Boy, I needed that!
~VOW
The wrecked Lil’wrekker is up. Not happily ambulatory, exactly, but she’s walking. Leaning a little on walls and counters.
The dressing isn’t to be removed til she goes back to the clinic. We’re all wanting to see the incision.
My sister arrived with her big mouth and bossy attitude and shook out the cobwebs.
We’re awake now.
We seem to be managing.
Your family, too? We’re like that.
When I had my hysterectomy, the surgeon went to the waiting room to tell my kin that the operation was over. She had a polaroid of the removed organ and went to put it in a pocket saying, “you probably don’t want to see this”.
My mother and DIL raced to grab it before it was out of sight. There was some discussion, which the surgeon apparently enjoyed.
This means you’re the quiet one?
Ho-lee shit.
I am, indeed the quiet one.
Found a voice here on the Dope.
Aren’t y’all lucky?
I’m liking it.
Should we all start calling you “Harpo”?
Ha! I have been called that.
It’s better than Olive Oyl the other name I get called.
Combine them - Harpo Oyl. Has a certain ring to it!
Sounds a little like Reba.
Hey! I may take umbrage with that statement.
She from Oklahoma. I don’t talk no Oklahoman. Y’all.
