What's wrong with fake breasts?
Well, I guess nothing is wrong really unless something happens that leaves you with a horrific experience to recall every time the doctor or somebody else says "Lift your shirt please."
I could use a lift so if I had the money I MIGHT (calm down honey) want them but gonna be honest here and say that I'd be helluva nervous and would probably chicken out. I'd probably go and get another tattoo or something...easy.
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I'm going out to get blood drawn, possibly an ultrasound on my kidneys and then will stop at Tim Hortons...I'll be looking for the carnival all along the way and will be back to update this question later.
Update: There wasn't too much goin on out there this morning BUT as I was sitting in the parking lot of Timmy Hortons a beat up pick up truck comes through the drive through. After a few minutes I see him coming around the other side. I can see the driver sipping his newly received coffee. He notices he's about to enter a two lane street and SLAMS on the breaks. In doing so, his driver side door flies open...a Tim Hortons bag falls out to the ground. He's getting honked at..from behind and from people trying to turn into the parking lot. (I assumed he was covered in hot steaming coffee). He calmly picks up the bag off the ground, pulls his door shut and makes his exit safely. Then I hear....HONKING!! It's the same guy...finally honking back at everyone honking at him!! Priceless. I almost snorted coffee outta my nose.
Name one thing you'd like to tell your ten year ago self.
Ten years ago I was making the best decision of my life. I was packing my bags, meeting a lawyer, finding my own place and getting the hell outta dodge. If I could of told myself something back then it woulda been "Take more of your shit". I left so much stuff behind. Something will pop into my head and I'm like, "Crap...I musta left it behind." Behind in that other life I lived. But it's all good.
What's your favorite word that's not in the dictionary?
SMUCK
Why do fools fall in love?
Because sometimes it's the falling in love part that stops us from being fools the rest of our lives.
Alright I'm off to go give away like 6 vials of my blood.
and then of course
Tim Hortons...cause I am Timmy's biggest Ho.
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Hope your blood tests (and possible ultrasound) go well, and enjoy your stop at Tim Horton's. We've only been there once, because they're not local to us. I ordered an iced coffee drink, which I adore but never order. It was wonderful, until I spilled it down the front of my WHITE shirt. So that's my Tim Horton's memory. :)
Stopping by from Mama M's - I would totally get a "lift" if we had the money. I've told DH as much, too. After nursing 4 babies there is almost nothing left. :(
Plus, I think bigger boobs would totally my my stomach look smaller.
Congrats on 100 followers. Judging from the amount you have to do today, something's bound to happen that will make you say WTF and want to update that question.
The Carnival of Idiocy is in full effect folks. If your not careful, you'll get off (TWSS) at the wrong stop.
Hi! Found your through The Girl Next Door Grows Up. Love your blog!
And I agree with Krajcimama...anything that makes my stomach look smaller is good in my book!
You throw a word out there like smuck and then dare not tell us what it's supposed to mean? The nerve...lol
oh so yuck on the blood!!!
Smuck is good!
Watch out when you are on the lookout for idiot things to happen they seem to hit ya all over the place.
Just getting in your car around here is an invitation for the Carnival of Idiocy to begin. Have a great day. Stopping in from SITS.
OMG- when I first read this I thought it was your 10 year old self- not your 10 year ago self ... I was picturing a 10 year old packin' up and callin an attorney cause she hated her parents ;-) HA!
Told you that you'd run into the Carnival sooner or later! ;)
I wish in July of 2008 I could have told myself don't be nice you worked for this stuff too don't let him sell your house you can do this on your own!
I came over here from The Girl Next Door's place. Nice to "meet" you. If I won the lottery, I'd have a new body within months. Head to toe nip, tuck, and pull baby.
What I learned from this post is that I should start saving my money for something..;) that "ultrasound," doesn't mean more pitter patter this time, and the Carnival of Idiocy is open 24/7. Congrats on 100 my dear!
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