I'm okay...

Me again. You know what? I’m good! I used one of our exercises and spoke to myself rationally in front of a full-length mirror.
I forgot to mention the reason Phil was calling. He says he can’t make his payment because his new wife sprung a leak and they want to upgrade her breasts while they’re having it fixed. The more I think about it, the sorrier I feel for her. No matter how big or what shape she makes them, it will never be quite good enough for Phil the Asshole.
I’m going for the test drive with Kevin. My body may have some wear and tear but there’s still decent mileage left. I’m signing off for now but you can bet I’ll post later.
Wish me luck!
Elizabeth