Too much informationRakky writes "A friend of mine, when quizzed why she was late to the pub, announced 'I was at accident and emergency, having a stuck tampon removed. They had to have a right old dig around for it.' Suffice to say, no one was interested in their Scampi Fries after that."
When have you shared just that little too much?
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chthonic, Thu 6 Sep 2007, 10:09)
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ReallywittynameDon't worry about having the old walnut whip. It's a piece of piss. Well the op itself is anyway.
When I got my appointment card through, I was (only slightly) amused to see that my op was scheduled for the date of my youngest's first birthday.
I very bravely drove myself to and from the hospital, and didn't cry, faint, or barf.
Upon arriving home I very tentatively waddled into the living room and sat down, only to be greeted by my son (3 at the time) who proceeded to jump on top of me, clattering me squarely in the plums.
The hole in the ceiling where I rocketed through it has subsequently been repaired, but the memory is forever etched in my mind.
Oh shit, was that TMI?
(, Mon 10 Sep 2007, 14:14, Reply)
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