I'm on random

So my hypochondriac sister, who isn't really a hypochondriac because she has a ton of stuff wrong with her, has a leaky aortic valve. She's done too much reading on the Internet and is worried that she will need a replacement.
"And it will be with a pig's valve!"
All I can think about is bringing her tanning and shouting, "Smells like bacon!"

I've been drinking a tea called "Smooth Move", believing that it would help me become a better dancer.

I probably shouldn't wear my white linen slacks to work tomorrow.

Welcome, welcome, by the way, to my new blog, where, hopefully, I can post anonymously. A little about me? Oh, you're so kind. Since you've asked... A hot drunk guy walked me out to the parking lot last week, and ended up exposing himself to me.

I went back a few days later to see if I would run into him again. And THAT, darlins, sums me up.