~ma to you Burrell. Break a leg, Jilli!
This time last week (ignoring the time shift) I was lounging on the beach in Amalfi without a care in the world. Well, more or less. I can promise you that's not the case today. But pictures of my recent jaunt to the continent have been posted in my FB here: [link]
(You shouldn't need to be on FB yourself to see them.)
As long as my flight can leave on time on Friday I'm happy.
Thanks, Tep!!
And here she is, freshly uncovered by the surgeon this morning, A Brand New Scar!!
t /Price is Right.
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It's not really gross.
Not gross at all! Looks nice and clean. Now you just have to make up awesome stories about how you got it.
You have a vampire hickey.
or, you know, just sort of smile mysteriously ....
Once in college one of the girls came back from summer vacation with a large-ish scar on her neck. When someone asked her about it, she said it was a knife scar ... as we all sat there boggling as to how the nice middle-class girl got into a knife fight, she explained it was her thyroid. Being from Jamaica, she used "knife" to mean "scalpel", possibly not realizing how the USians would hear it.
I am sure you will be articulate and charming, Jilli.
I vote that you describe it as a knife fight scar, Aims.
Welcome back, brenda. Lordy, those pictures are gorgeous. I want that seafood!
Now you just have to make up awesome stories about how you got it.
'zactly. Say that Tony and Bernado got into it and while other boys were faffing about the barrio, singing and dancing, you got in and broke up the fight, but not without earning yourself a scar.
But the others... they look much worse.
Now you just have to make up awesome stories about how you got it.
Knife fight! Or slashed with a beer bottle!