Or maybe it was just me shooting holes in my turds after I pinched a loaf.
Our English language can be fun at times if you look at it from the right angle.
I'll be going with Maria on Wednesday the 29th when she gets the drain tube removed. We will both be going to Manila on the 11th to the VA to the doctors. They can wonder why I'm still breathing.
The credit union in Alaska still screwing with my pay for some reason they don't want me to spend it. I would like to do just that except the problem is I can't pay the doctors and the hospitals for this cancer. Her cancer score was a two now just before surgery, it was downgraded to a stage one. With her bald head and one tit. But when I first discovered it scared the shit out of me because I knew immediately it was not a good sign.
Well, at least I gave you guys something to think and maybe to chat about. I never believed that I would ever be married 38 years to a cancer patient.
I'm really glad that I got to squeeze the right one and realize that it probably was cancer. I told her that she had better see a doctor real quick and she did the next morning and that doctor turned around and sent her to a cancer specialist and a whole scary story started to reveal itself.
I would never have dreamed that squeezing a titty could save a wife.