So now that we’ve established I’m going to live forever and not end up married to the ruler of a small third world country, I guess I have to start thinking about what I want to be when I grow up.
I’m not exactly itching to return to the daily grind, but I can see the value of generating a little income for the household budget. After all, I really like to eat and sleep indoors. It’s kind of my thing.
I keep telling Rocco I’ve proved that I love him for who he is. It’s ok to tell the truth now and stop hiding his real estate empire and vineyard in the south of France. So far, no dice.
My dear friend and fellow cancer survivor Don, always eager to help, suggested I hone and diversify my kazoo playing skills a la Amy G in the video below.
You know, I might stop talking so much about my vag if you people stopped expressing so much interest in the old girl. Then again, maybe not.
Don: Ok Dream Boat, I gave you props in a blog post. I NEED that recipe for your crazy tasty desert bars. In fact, I’m pretty sure the blogosphere does too. Do your dates have to work this hard to get you to put out?