This TToT is a bit disjointed, but bare with me and I will recoup soon….
The new girls have grown a lot in a week.
I don’t understand how Dyanne’s Aunt Daisy could have possibly kept a full-grown chicken in the house. They are pooping MACHINES!
I’ve been able to cancel a previously scheduled, fairly invasive, medical procedure later next week… and for the first time since December, it’s not because of Massachusetts’ refusal to acknowledge me as an insured citizen*.
*I am working on the letter writing, but I’m not kidding about the stress thing… I’m just not sure if I can deal with any more… so I’m taking my time. Believe me if the Senate can’t even pass a bill that says human trafficking is bad (Yeah, it’s true,) they aren’t getting me or anyone else insurance any time soon.
The virgins let me off the hook this week with rule 5.6 subsection 3f , that says “if the TToTer is burnt to the point of crispy she should ‘stick a fork in it and call it a day.'”