I’m dating a plastic surgeon.
Does that mean he’s looking at the bump on my nose during dinner?
I have no idea. I don’t know him well enough to ask. But that is what I’m thinking a lot of
the time.
The bump on my nose and the eleven on my
brow.
Oh, and my chicken neck.
Did I mention my parentheses?
Normally, these things really don’t phase
me. But I can’t help but be a
little self conscious.
It’s fine with me. I know just where to go if I ever
decide I need Botox in the City!
Too funny! I am sure that he notices how fabulous you are over the small insignificant flaws that you have.
ReplyDeleteLove your blog!
Be blessed!