(Continuation of Ebola Mom Part 34 and part of the Ebola Mom series )
Good. She needs someone to like.
(Continuation of Ebola Mom Part 34 and part of the Ebola Mom series )
Good. She needs someone to like.
And just as I pick up the phone to call my dermatologist in a severe state of panic, I realize the new, irregular shaped mole on my thigh is last night’s before-bed Godiva bar.
I don’t exactly feel better about this, though.
Therapist: “You have to remember that life is a journey.”
Me: “Yeah, well. So was the Titanic.”
I should pay her more. This can’t be fun.