One woman's stories, adventures, observations and rants, lived through and beyond metastatic breast cancer.
Loved that answer . . . got a chuckle out of that one this morning!
hahahahaI often kid my true love about his relationship with "Mai Li," an ostensibly fictional Chinese girl working in a massage parlor in Boston to pay her way through neurosurgery or astrophysics school. He says he's going to the gym to practice tai chi; I say, "Uh-huh, well, say hi to Mai Li and don't forget to bring me some chicken lo mein."He never forgets the lo mein, but about Mai Li he merely says, "Oh, I wish."Once upon a time he worked somewhere far away but conveniently near the only halfway decent Mexican restaurant we had yet found in New England. We nicknamed this restaurant "the brothel," because often he would come home late from work bearing mole poblano or chiles rellenos in a nice box just for me. As I told a friend, I don't care if he really is visiting a brothel, as long as he uses a condom and I still get my mole poblano.
Profound. So profound. Gotta love the hubbies!
That cracked me up! LOL!That is priceless!
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