You know, I've never been a confident woman in the looks department. I'm certain that is one of the reasons I'm still terminally single at this stage of my life.
But the other day, while watching my beloved admire the object of utmost desire, I've decided that maybe, I need plastic surgery.
Does anyone know of a plastic surgeon who could make me over to look like a tennis ball?
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You know, I've seen that same look of utter love and devotion when Spot looks at his beloved Ball. I've often wondered if it's normal to be jealous of a chewed-up plastic ball.
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You know, I've seen that same look of utter love and devotion when Spot looks at his beloved Ball. I've often wondered if it's normal to be jealous of a chewed-up plastic ball.
Oh dear...in my case it would be a raw chicken wing! Carmon
Janet, I came to this realization a few weeks ago, watching her watch her ball and I was dumbstruck with jealousy.
Carmon, ROFL!!!!
Holly! I thought you were going to say Curt! Getting ready to visit the States in a few weeks. I bet a lot has changed in a year.
I can help, Holly. I'll send you a logbook of everything I eat. In the meantime, you go out and find yourself a lime-green sweatsuit.
Velvet. :-D
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