| | Last night, I got a phone call from an unknown number. The exchange went like this.
Nicole: Hello?
Random Woman: (voice deep with suspicion) Who are you?
Nicole: ...Who are YOU?
Random Woman: (voice deeper with suspicion) I'm Sharom's girl. I'm trying to reach his number.
Nicole: Oh, you have the wrong number.
Random Woman: (suspicion audibly evaporating from her voice, replaced with relief) Oh really? Oh. Bye.
Of course, I should have said something like, "He didn't tell me about this!!" or "We're busy." or "He's getting dressed." but such moments of devious glory always pass me by.
Also, I realized should mention that I had my surgery a couple weeks ago, and though the immediate aftermath was horrendous and painful, I'm virtually all healed up now and still frolicking around. There were actually four cysts instead of one, but they managed to remove all of that while still preserving my ovary (and fertility). The juicy part: yes, there were 3 teeth. In my right ovary. The fact that I can say that makes it all worth it. That, and the left over Vicodin.
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| | Posted 1/13/2008 9:33 PM - 177 Views - 8 eProps - 4 comments
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