Two Posts in One Day
Something went right somewhere.
Retired Mother of Three and Grandmother of too many to count..all beautiful of course.
I watched an interesting show on TV (on the new Movies on Demand feature) about plastic surgery gone bad. Man, it was horrific. So everybody out there, just be happy with what you have...even if (like me) you have too much of it! hehehehehehe. They profiled three people...one with a nose job...one who wanted liposuction, and one who wanted a face lift. Now, I couldn't find any appropriate pictures to illustrate this, but the dangers of plastic surgery are life-threatening. The woman who wanted the fat sucked out was diabetic....they ended up perforating her stomach wall, she became septic, and in the end lost both of her legs above the knee. The man who wanted a nose job had to have five surgeries because he couldn't breathe properly and the skin on the end of his nose had deteriorated so badly they couldn't use it anymore. And the woman who wanted a face lift, ended up not being able to breathe if she held her head upright and who couldn't swallow well at all. She looks like Hell and is just waiting to die. Now, what they didn't show on the program was another instance of Plastic Surgery gone wrong. I will show you what I mean. BEFORE AFTER |
Ok, it's 9:45 a.m. I had just finished writing a very depressing blog, which I immediately regretted after pushing the 'publish post' button. So, ok, I'm in my pyjamas which consist of an ugly t-shirt, no bra, and a pair of men's pyjama bottoms. So, ok, the dishes aren't done from the night before, the floor hasn't been swept in at least four days, the bed isn't made (which can be seen by anybody who walks into the house), the kitchen table is covered with junk, mostly Jim's junk, stuff from his pockets, papers, ash trays, a baggie of illegal cigarettes..you get the picture. So, ok, Jim is snoring away on the couch in his shorts (not underwear shorts)...outside shorts. So, ok, my hair hasn't seen a comb in a day or two....the vacuum cleaner has rust on it from lack of use....there's a haze of smoke over my head. So, ok...the doorbell rings!!!!!! Now usually always I never answer the door due to my lack of caring whether I ever see a stranger in my house, ever..(non-strangers just walk in, that's how I knew it was a stranger). But, for some unknown Ungodly reason I decide to open the door!!! And guess who's standing there, looking all pristine in a crisp blazer and grey flannel slacks, groomed to perfection and fairly handome too I must say! |
John Hamm......introducing the new candidate....also a very well-dressed, well coiffed person (woman)! I should have died right there on the spot!!!! Then, I foolishly tell him that I'm Jim Fitt's wife and he wants to see Jim and he barges right into my house...and there's Jim with his hair standing straight up, rubbing his eyes, with a blanket around his middle, thereby looking as if he's naked!!! Oh Horror of Horrors! Shocked me right out of my depression!!!!!
I remain humiliated to this very day....As soon as he left, I made the bed, did the dishes, did the laundry, tidied up, combed my hair, got dressed...but alas..it was far too late!..Sob sob sob!