it's expired and gone to meet its maker
Dear brain,
Anxiety is not fun. Being anxious about something you already know will turn out fine is not only not fun it is the height of bloody masochism.
Love,
Me.
Dear teeth,
Haven't we had enough dental work done this year? Please stop hurting! Seriously! That tooth there has already been pampered to bits.
Love,
Me
Dear right ankle,
You are Not Allowed To Start. The left one already hurts. ONE OF YOU has to behave.
Love,
Me
If I were a horse, clearly I would already be shot.
(and now because the first three have grown up, a new set. <3)
Anxiety is not fun. Being anxious about something you already know will turn out fine is not only not fun it is the height of bloody masochism.
Love,
Me.
Dear teeth,
Haven't we had enough dental work done this year? Please stop hurting! Seriously! That tooth there has already been pampered to bits.
Love,
Me
Dear right ankle,
You are Not Allowed To Start. The left one already hurts. ONE OF YOU has to behave.
Love,
Me
If I were a horse, clearly I would already be shot.
(and now because the first three have grown up, a new set. <3)