Bless Your Heart

I had some moles removed the other day. The worst part is the numbing. Holy cracker sandwich that hurts. I even teared a bit and felt some tears slip down my cheeks. My dr. removed a little one on my nose and the one on my cheek that a different doctor tried to take off last summer but half assed it. I also had him whop off 3 under my boobs. My face was so numb (which was a good thing). I had to make an appointment for next week to get the stitches out of the under boob moles and while standing there one of the office ladies asked about the tattoo on my foot. So we chatted about that then I left. On the way out the door I stopped at the mirror they have hanging there and was shocked. My hair was all matted up from laying on the table and squirming so long. My mascara had run from the tears so I had one raccoon eye (the only possible thing worse than two raccoon eyes), and my face was still so numb that the left side wasn’t moving. So when I smiled I looked like a post stroke Tammy Faye! How could they let me walk out into the world looking that way? Ladies- we gotta look out for each other! My half stone face did amuse me so I snapped a pic. And here’s me sans band aids: CSP is having a ball calling me Scarface and asking how was my knife fight. Well, at least I could do a good Elvis lip for the night!