Last time I told you a sad story ... I know you felt
my pain and I appreciate it so much. It is far easier to bear the
life's loads when you know someone cares.
WHAT !!! You don't care ??? Well then - you are out of the
will. Let someone else pay off my debts.
Anyway - The results are in on the cancer thing. Turns out I have
an ulcerated basal cell carcinoma. That is funny - I am sure I have
one of those in my car too. I asked the doc what that means. He
said that it would not kill me ( could I pay my bill right away?) but
if I did not get it cut out I would become even uglier than I am now.
So - taking courage in hand I said - "Cut away doc."
Well it turns out I have to go to a plastic surgeon who will cut a
little chunk out my face. He assured me my eyes, nose, ears, and mouth
would remain intact.
BUTT - then I got to thinking (a dangerous undertaking at best)
that they usually cut skin from some other part of your body to repair
the part they are fixing. That is where I draw the line. He is not
going to cut out a piece of my ass to fix my face. The offending chunk
is right beside my nose and I am not going to go through the rest of
my life smelling my ass. I would rather be ugly ... okay ... uglier.
I don't care if the glass is half empty or half full ... if it is
full of crap I don't want it served with my meal.
THERE ... that is out of the way :))
So you are probably asking yourself - "Why diamonds in the ruff?" .
I have no idea :) If you figure it out - let me know.
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