I'm sitting here at the dentist waiting on Duchess to get her teef cleaned. Its me, my gorgeous "feels like butter" orange purse, and the zit from hell. All sharing a couch. We're chatting. Zit says hello.
The sweet receptionist lady is within three feet making her reminder calls and smacking that damn gum like its gravy flavored. Oh sweet hell.... I can't even look at her at this point.
