I didn't even mention ... the doctor? Was a tiny Asian man with chin-length hair. He was going for sort of a Johnny Depp thing. Except he was wearing these glasses. Not as protective eye wear, but as, like, a fashion statement.
So, I'm still processing. It's difficult for my not-so-inner overachiever to make peace with the fact that I don't have to have a solid plan of action right this very damned second. It's OK to take some time to think about whether I want to star in my own version of "Extreme Babymaking: Now With More Procedures and Hormones to Fuck You Up!" Or if I want to go all Angelina and adopt, like, 27 kids.
I had a realization today while performing 8 hours of copy / paste, copy / paste in my Cube of Despair at Mega Corporate Behemoth: If we adopt, it will cost, like, a gajillion dollars. So, I will have to keep working at Mega Corporate Behemoth.
I mentioned this at dinner to My Guy. His response? "Well, yeah, it is expensive. But working at Mega Corporate Behemoth isn't the only way you could make money."
As God / Allah / Oprah as my witness, right at that moment, "Pour Some Sugar on Me" came on the radio. I immediately began an oh-so seductive strip tease, pulling my tank top down while also still eating pasta salad.
It took My Guy a second to catch on. He laughed. "Well, yeah, I guess you could do that. But ... this song is so overplayed at strip clubs. Why not some Loggins?"
So, yeah. My husband and I brainstormed for several minutes about how I could develop a niche strip club clientele by stripping exclusively to medleys of Kenny Loggins' greatest hits. Highway to the danger zone, indeed!
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I gotta tell you that my favorite part of this particular post was reading about your strip tease plans and then seeing
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listed below. Classic! So I shall ruin the streak by commenting so as to keep that little pleasure all to myself.
Sounds like it would be WAY more fun to make money that way. If it's fun, it's not the same as working, right? (Insert working stiff joke)
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ReplyDeleteSo sorry for the physical pain you went through and the emotional hell it all is. I have no words of wisdom. It's just freaking hard sometimes.
I think the stripper career sounds like a good option -- you can work at night while daddy watches the baby (saying daddy watches the baby sounds wrong in this context).
Maybe to prepare for the strip job you could get a pole set up in your cubicle. now that would get things going at MGB!
Seriously though sending you lots of good thoughts, hugs and love. I know it's a rough thing to figure out.
oh that was supposed to be MCB, not MGB. where's my copy editor?
ReplyDeleteWhat about adding some of NEIL's greatest hits into the mix too, just to spice up your routines? I can totally imagine someone (forgive me if, in my mind's eye, I see the cast of Magic Mike rather than you, lovely ChaCha, but lady strippers just don't do it for me I'm afraid) stripping to Neil Diamond...
ReplyDeleteMore seriously, I know how tough this is (been there, done that). Do what's right for you and Your Guy, whatever that is. Sending Muscat-soaked good vibes from a very hot and sunny south of France...
"Cube of despair" ha ha.
ReplyDeleteI always think my dog would make more money than I would, if we pimped him out.
ReplyDeleteHell with lap dances. He'd lap-snuggle and make a MINT.
I also had that procedure. While I was lying naked on the table, I happened to glance at the doctor and noticed that he was the Pastor of the congregation I attended while in college. (Yes, he is both Bishop Peterson and Dr. Peterson.) So we had a nice chit chat to catch up on life, while he had his hands up my yin yang. Awkward, yes?
ReplyDeleteIm in like Flynn if you need help creating the playlist for your stage routine..... just sayin I think you can rock it like nobody lese!
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