So, what, if I might venture to ask, is the story? Here I've been, flat out with mothers and children and grandchildren and I come here for silly relief and find Dos Gatos on Page 3, for Heaven's sake!!!
Come onpeople.
Mother has to have surgery again on Tuesday as the cancer went deeper and is aggressive in nature, but she was terribly worried about her chin hairs and asked me to pluck them for her so the surgeon didn't notice them (ok, like he'd notice or care), and she had some whoppers. I rush back here as soon as I can to report this unexpected follicular bonus to find what? Major disappointment. Ah well, will just go and sit in my little corner and sulk and weave Mother's chin hairs into a welcoming rug for when Fen and Mrs Fen come to visit with layettes for the naked little quokka joeys.
And on that note, I'll just have to add that I love you all.
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