TV Germs (Photo credit: dsb nola)
This is what the inside of my throat looks like, I’m sure.
I’ve got germs. I’ve got the bug that’s been doing the rounds in this house, in this town, in this country, in other countries, in the blogosphere.
My family have had it. My friends have had it. My blogging friends and family have had it. Now I have it.
It’s your fault. I’m not talking to you.
I am happy to report that I am infected. My dentist prodded the bruise under my chin and my swollen gums; decided against removing the stitches because the gum has grown around them; recoiled in disgust when she got too close to my breath; and prescribed strong antibiotics and even stronger painkillers. So, I am officially not a big baby.
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
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