In the car on the way home from Thanksgiving, after a thorough, internal self-review, and deep, mindful consideration of where I am in life and where I need to go next.
Me: “I think I need to get a boob reduction.”
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My husband (his head snapping around so fast people 3 states away developed whiplash): “Wait, WHAT?! Is this a test to see if I’m paying attention?!”
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