A conversation last night:
Boo: Mommy, can I look at a part of your body?
Me: Depends which part.
Boo: Your boobies.
Me: I just don’t feel like showing you my boobs right now. If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll change clothes in the next 24 hours.
Boo: (pokes my bra) It’s empty.
Boo: When I get older I get a bar, right?
Me: A bra.
Boo: Want to see my booty?
Me: No….and just FYI…..we don’t go around showing people our booties.
(…..except if you post pics on your blog after surgery….maybe she won’t see those….)
Speaking of surgery……there was an email conversation going around in my inbox today about plastic surgery (in general). After 45 emails hit my inbox with everyone giving their opinion, it made me think for a moment:
1. I really don’t have an opinion about anyone else getting plastic surgery.
2. I’d get boobs in a millisecond if I could 100% be sure the result wouldn’t be “Ashley survives cancer only to die under anesthesia for a boob job.”
3. If the headline on a tabloid is “plastic surgery: what were they thinking?”…..I’ll buy it.
I saw Dr. L yesterday (oncologist….not plastic surgeon). After a little negotiation he agreed I could start coming every two weeks for blood tests instead of once a week. Yay.
Okay……I’ve got to cut this post short…..watching Deadliest Catch and someone just went overboard…..