The up side is that her cousin Olivia has spilled the beans that Kate is really Connie from the block and they share some big secret she's a tranny.
In other news.
My new shoulder doctor squoze me in for an appointment yesterday afternoon.
I really like him.
I think he's about fifteen years old, I doubt he shaves and his mother probably drives him to work, but I really like him.
You should have seen him blush when he saw the tattoo on my right shoulder that says 'Dave's Babe" (third husband).
Obviously his name is Dave and I guess he's never seen his name in lights before.
So my new surgery date is October ninth.
Or maybe it's the tenth...
As Sarah Palin says, "I'll get back to ya on that."
Wendy and I are still not speaking.
I upped the ante last night and applied a rainbow background to her MySpace page with a caption that reads, "Coming Out."
The way I see it, an aggressive maneuver like that will either cure our relationship or kill it.
I for one hope we can heal the pain through laughter.
No comments:
Post a Comment