I walked out of my class tonight with some friends and we started talking about the ball-of-fun and surgery. We decided that I should have a baby shower since I am essentially having a C-Section...just minus the baby.
I think it's a great idea!! We can play baby games, drink beer out of bottles, I can get presents, and eat cake. I decided that it is definitely a girl. I was brainstorming names with my car-pool buddy and decided that the ball-of-fun shall be hence forth referred to as Tyra Banks. Why, you ask. Well, Tyra, like the ball-of-fun, is annoying. Similarly, they are both fierce. I have a feeling the ball-of-fun can smile with her eyes and that she turns every conversation with my organs into a conversation about her....she is self-absorbed like that.
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you are truly something else, my dear. best of luck with tyra banks and all her sassiness.
i plan to show her what's what!!
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