Peep show on the 401…

Utterly exhausted, I climb into the back seat, voluntarily giving up ‘shotgun’ to Rissa. “Really?  I really get to sit in the front?!?” “Sleepy.  So very, very sleepy.”  My mid-afternoon doze is kicking in, in a major way.  Peri-menopause and thyroid disease make for insistent bedfellows. One pillow is under my head, plus I’ve added…

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And that’s why my new boss had to undo my dress in the parking lot…

“Are they going to fit in?” “I’m trying to make them,” says Rissa. “I swear to you that these breasts were not this large in June.” “I think you might be right.” “What is going on?!?” “I don’t know, Mummy.”  Rissa huffs, as she places her knee in my back to gain leverage.  “You can’t…