Today, I walked away from the dermatologist missing some skin & gaining some peace of mind. As I entered the patient room, I was greeted by this wonderful picture.
Oh. My. Goodness.(My favorite part is the kid’s expression.)
This, my dear friends, is why I lather myself in gooey sunscreen. Even though I help pay for my dermatologist’s Jaguar car payments & cruises to Monaco every time I visit, I leave knowing I will never look like this lady. When I get old, you will never feel an incessant need to rub me down with saddle oil.
1 comment:
hilarious.
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