There are mornings, like this morning, when I get out of bed and just HATE my new boobs - they are big and heavy and ugly. And then, there are days when I stand in front of the mirror and MARVEL (and feel very thankful) at the talent and abilities of my plastic surgeon. That I even HAVE boobs is a. maze. ing. Can you say "Fickle"?! I knew ya could.
Caretaking
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Well, Mangey came back today. I let him in the house to feed him. I figure
that I'll do that for a few days until he gets comfortable, and then we'll
do...
10 hours ago
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