I had "an apostrophe" last night. It was alarmingly like a movie moment, where one hears a disparate bit of information and suddenly flashes back, where suddenly all pieces come together. I just wish it was good news, and not bad. And even though I slapped my head and laughed, it still kinda sucks.
So. Are you ready? Last night the mom of a friend of Anna's called me. Then she starts talking about how massage cured her back aches, and maybe I should try that (I know...I know...I won't be mean...but crikey, woman...). Any--wayyyyyy, she was yammering--I mean--talking about scented massage oil.
And it hit me.
Like a large truck.
Massage. Oil. Like the stuff they've been using on my back 2x a week at physical therapy. O-I-L. As in my body's been sucking it up and not using the fat off my tummy to the degree I'd hoped and expected.
Blimey.
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