I wonder if I can come up with enough boob titles to last until MY SURGERY, that is going to happen on Friday the 13th!!! Woohoo!!! I am so freakin’ excited. I can’t even explain the excitement I’m feeling. I was trying to explain to Fish how much this operation would mean to me when it finally hit me. My boobs are his braces. We’ve both wanted to fix our situations for a long time and are both so happy to be doing so now.
I have to thank Fish for all his support in this decision. Since I don’t have any insurance, he’s giving up a motorcycle that he’s been wanting for quite a while. He even did all his testing and classes to get a proper motorcycle license. Not to mention, he’s losing out on some big bazongas. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.
Do you want to hear the knitty gritty? Or would you like to be in a haze of blissful ignorance in regards to this story? Like, would it make your day to know that within 30 seconds of being walked into the doctor’s office I had to strip down and have my picture taken with all sorts of flash bulb light thingies going off all around me? I’m starting to learn that sometimes, when you really want something in life, modesty just flies right out the window. Actually, it’s more like that scene from Goldfinger when that plane window gets shot open and that massively fat dude, (Auric Goldfinger himself!) just gets sucked out of that teeny tiny window. THAT is a lot how the whole modesty thing worked for me today. One giant THWWWUUUP!