ain't it?

This morning Loved One A writes that Loved One A is trying to talk Loved One B into "the lap-binding procedure instead of gastric bypass."

I hopped on the e-mail to Loved One B so fast there may have been smoke coming from where my fingers were hitting the keyboard.

I'm pretty sure Loved One B is not going to agree to mutilation. But not sure enough not to set aside Other Things There to get my arse right on it.

Plus Loved One B had just been touchingly loving earlier.

Shit is so complicated sometimes.

ain't it?

This morning Loved One A writes that Loved One A is trying to talk Loved One B into "the lap-binding procedure instead of gastric bypass."

I hopped on the e-mail to Loved One B so fast there may have been smoke coming from where my fingers were hitting the keyboard.

I'm pretty sure Loved One B is not going to agree to mutilation. But not sure enough not to set aside Other Things There to get my arse right on it.

Plus Loved One B had just been touchingly loving earlier.

Shit is so complicated sometimes.