Studly Doright, the love of my life, was out of town on business most of this week. Our cat, Gracie and I miss him when he’s gone.
He called me on his way home from Maitland, Florida, yesterday afternoon, so I had an idea of when he’d arrive. Still, I could have used a little warning. You see, he surprised me as I was applying my night cream and I poked myself in the eye. Now I look like this sans muscles and tattoos:
Perhaps spinach would help.
Peace, people!
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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That did make me laugh . . . but I hope you feel better soon!
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Thanks!
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Ouch!
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Hurt like hell!
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I’ll bet it stung
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A little!!!
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Oh no, I hope everything is alright now!
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I’m fine. Ready for revenge….🤪
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Haha!
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Leslie hope you are feeling better now!
Did you have some spinach yet?
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I doubled up on my daily portion. 2 x 0 is….
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If I had a nickel for every time that happened to me…
My piggy bank would be empty.
But, sucks for you! Hope you aren’t in too much pain.
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I’ll live! Thanks!
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