Off I go...
Apr. 23rd, 2009 11:11 amI shall be spending the afternoon letting a surgeon with a South African accent rearrange my knee in ways I prefer not to think about too closely. The explanation involved cutting and scraping and... yeah, going to stop right there.
Maybe if I pout really, really convincingly, Jean will buy me an ice cream cone on a way home.
Maybe if I pout really, really convincingly, Jean will buy me an ice cream cone on a way home.