So, I had my breast surgery done today. Now, now. Nothing fancy like a breast lift (although I certainly could use some help in the fight against gravity). Just a simple procedure--a mole removal. Why have I waited till I'm 34 to get this abhorrance removed? I don't know. Laziness probably. That and the fact that I really don't go around showing all that much cleavage. But swimsuit season is coming, and even though my suit would fall under the "modest" category, I had the mole (about the size of Texas) removed. I'm tired of feeling embarrassed--what if someone sees it? Will they still like me? Will they think I'm really some alien life form coming to reconnoiter for an impending attack? Will they, will they, will they . . . ?
It took me longer to drive down there than for the actual procedure to be done. But before Joseph had time to feed the kids and clean up after them I had returned a new woman. Viva la "cosmetic" surgery :)
