|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|I saw that guy again. The one I regretfully ran into a couple of years ago at Big Lots while I was purchasing fat shorts for $3.00 each... The guy I used to
That guy. The doctor.
I spied him at the super market this time. Of course, he didn't recognize me, as I now have lovely auburn tresses. But I recognized him. He's got to be 65 years old, and I swear, he looks hotter than he did back in the day, when I knew him before, and he was only 36. Daayyum!
Every time I came near him in the grocery aisles, he stared at me, sort of puzzled like. He knew he knew me from somewhere... Of course, he wouldn't recognize me by my hair. Or the width of my 50 year old ass.
Oh well, I guess, if a terrorist blows us up - it was just meant to be. Better that than waiting for Bird Flu to kill us, eh?
Anyway, I'm calling 1-800-CANADA to find out how I get in.
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
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|Marriage is love.|