knife me

So I love plastic surgery shows. I watch them enthralled & plotting. I love to see the before & after. It doesn't matter exactly what the surgeons are fixing, it's the fact that they can for an exchange of money & pain fix it. "you mean I don't have to live with this ______ for the rest of my freaking life.." Yippee here's my credit card and let me make a couple phone calls.

You see I get excited just writing about plastic surgery shows. I get happy for the people having the work done. For a short amount of time the chick having a tummy tuck is my BFF...I am so there for you sister!!! I don't care what show it is or what doctor. (I will say that I am not entirely convinced that Dr Rey is straight & an ex-boss of mine did give me his card.) But who cares look how flat her tummy is...sigh.

My husband shakes his head at me when he catches me watching them. I tell him I'm shopping. He thinks I won't have it done....silly man. He thinks he can say I won't have it done. I am just waiting to go back to work & get G out of diapers then under the knife I go. It's a flat tummy & new tata's for the mama.

See I get passionately angry if anyone suggests me having something done is a bad idea. I will fight that argument to freaking court. It's on...it's church if you tell me I can't get a tummy tuck let alone pretty titties. I'm hissing & scratching your eyes out like a rabid ferret.

Just to give you a visual of me watching any plastic surgery show....there's this movie Open Season. There's a scene where the bear is watching Wheel of fortune on the TV...he's totally into it, lost in it, and loving it. Ya, that's me.