I lofe corn on the cob. Not any more.
Thorry if I theem to be lithping a bit – 2/3 of my front tooth now rethideth in tonigh’th dinner. It thnapped off. Jutht thnapped off! At leatht now I know why the Mona Litha nefer thmiled with her mouth open…gummy as Poth Thpice.
I’m thuppothed to be gifing a poetry reading tomorrow.
Not gonna happen, unleth my dentitht workth a miracle.
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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