Grrrrrrrrrrrrr ~!@#$%^&*()_+
Years and years to finally become
me, myself and I . . . the who I am,
as it were, and it only takes the gal
nigh onto an hour to lay me low!
But, I got even . . . went out and
ate three chocolate covered dough-
nuts. Got home and made brunch
type margs!
God in heaven, I'm supposed to
brush more than the usual three
times a day, floss, insert magic
brushes as well as poke and prod
with this god-awful instrument
of torture.
I asked my doc if I might outlive
the denture scare . . . Did she re-
assure me? Did she wish me well?
Hell no! She answered . . .
"I certainly hope so."
And not to forget, I have to return
in three months! Not sure what I'll
do to get even then. That might
require some serious planning and I
intend to really sin this time around!
Wanna join moi? Send in your apps
with serious ideas attached! I may,
or may not, include you . . .
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