Last night I waxed my bikini line, shaved my legs, manicured all my nails, smoothed over the stretch marks with anti-stretch mark cream, and rubbed chamomile and green tea into my face. Now I just have to wash my hair and paint my toe nails.
I've packed my bag for the hospital and chosen a nice outfit I like, to come home in. So that's me sorted for this operation. The surgeon is a man so I can't let the side down even if I am unconscious
There's apparently satillite TV in my room so I reckon I'll feign side-effects for a bit and stay in longer
Andy dearest is not feeling great (because of his dad) and apologised to me for being 'offish', except he wasn't offish, just normal - or maybe he's offish so much that I think that's normal!
I told him he wasn't offish, just tired, and not to worry, I was proud of the way he handled his dad's death and thought he was coping really well, considering.
So I'm off to town later to pick up some flowers or a box of chocolates or something for him to cheer him up. I'm gonna wear a dress I know he loves with a red lace garter on my leg and a pair of see-through panties, and later, I've got that Christmasy babydoll I'm gonna wonder around his house in
I am planning on giving him the time of his life tonight, esp. since the dr has barred me from sex for 6 weeks. Thought it might cheer it up too (Andy, not the dr, LOL).
Can't update you for now as I'm going to Andy's later and then it's my operation tomorrow and after that Andy will be here watching me so this site will be out for a couple of days.
See you, and if I don't, it's because I'm either with Andy or the dr's have killed me.
