Oh, L.A., you gave me so much.
First, I learned that the term “breast aug” is common. Doctors use it in commercials. Forget that it’s actual surgery, with actual anesthesia and actual risks. We need to save a few syllables to conserve commercial time. Also, the first 80 callers get a “free limo ride to and from surgery.” Oh, boy. Thank you for reminding me I’m happy with what I have.
Second, I can drive like a maniac. I try not to but sticking me in the middle of traffic like that and asking me to mind my manners might be like throwing me in a pool and asking me not to kick. Thank you for giving me my attitude back.
Third, I must always look like I didn’t pay a bit of attention to the outfit I assembled today although a) I totally agonized for hours and b) it costs more than a mortgage payment. Such a cliche, I know. Thank you for reminding me I’m cheap.
Forth, I got a cold late yesterday and therefore this post along with the comments I’ve been leaving on other sites all morning probably make little to no sense. I suppose saying “I never get sick” just sounds whiny and pathetic right now. Thanks for taking my brains, in less than four days.
Fifth, I got some sun. And wore flip flops in February. That made it all worth it.
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