By way of update, we bought a new house, I started a great new job, and the commute is breathtakingly beautiful.
My complaint: the traffic!
It took me more than two hours to get to work one day last week. I would have taken a different route to work, but no one warned me there would be a cattle drive in the middle of the interstate that morning.
Here's the picture message I sent to my boss:
Running late. Cows..
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Restore my "skin's natural beauty" ? As natural as yellow eyes below a crown of acrylic nails, perhaps?
I'll be adding Doc Jepson to my list of plastic surgeons I won’t be using.
We spotted this on a VW Bug the other day:
Made me chuckle hard enough that I almost considered foregoing the assistance of a board certified physician to deliver any additional children we might have in the future . . .
. . . then that absurd thought made me chuckle even harder.
Let me just make public my labor and delivery policy: NO ONE in Birkenstocks comes near me or my kid. There. I said it.
