The worst part of my husband losing his job at the end of September is that I am supposed to be buying cashmere sweaters and leather jackets right now. Like could they have at least waited until Resort
haha yeah but the only way I get through the day every day is by shoving this memory, among others, deep down and actively avoiding thinking about it. which has been going GREAT lately
I RIPPED my EARLOBE with glamorous EARRINGS and apparently instead of a basic stitch or whatever I have to call a PLASTIC SURGEON so I did and they said I need ANESTHESIA and it will be a THOUSAND dollars