No one who knows me in everyday life knows that I have a blog, and it's best that way. That said, one of my oldest and dearest friends emailed late last night to inform me that she's getting a face lift this morning. Allow me a moment to boggle my mind... Ahem, I'd talked to Phyllis (certainly not her real name) about this face lift idea a couple of months ago when we were having a late lunch/early bird dinner special at Denny's. Part of my brain figured that this was a fleeting crackpot idea that would never see itself to fruition. But I should've known better when Phyllis told me that she'd been plastic surgeon shopping and found one willing to do it on the cheap. I know, !!!!!!!!
Now I'm worried. I should have been worried all along, but emotionally I have this little box where I keep all of my worry so that I can function within an acceptable level of partial delusion.
It'll be a couple of days before I can get in touch again with Phyllis, which leaves me no choice but to do that rarest of things for me: Pray.
Dear God,
Please let Phyllis survive her discount face lift.
Yours in Disbelief,
jennifer
I hope that doesn't sound too flip, but I don't handle worry with much reverence. Actually I don't handle much with much reverence.
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