Always a tale

 

So, even though it looks like it, I've not had lip filler! But there is a story. And it's made me realise that there is always a story with me. Even the most basic question, which should elicit an easy yes or no, has a tale. You could ask me if I'd been to work that day and my reply would start with "Well....." and continue with something like - "I was due to go in today but just as I was getting into my car my boss rang and asked if I could source some baby tigers" and then you'd get my whole day of Google, phone calls and trips to the zoo. (If my boss is reading this she's thinking that there is no wonder I always have a tale to tell because I'm making it all up! Obviously this particular tale is not true and is for example only. I could just have easily said the question was do you want a coffee? And I'm sure there'd be something stopping me from a simple yes please or no thank you. And would begin with, well.....).

I just can't seem to abridge anything! And I mean anything! When I'm talking to friends I can literally hear my voice going ten to the dozen! It's exhausting. Exhausting for me listening as well as exhausting talking! Goodness knows how my friends feel. (No one has complained yet) And even though I know I'm doing it I can't stop. 

So the story of my lips? It should start about 44 years ago when I was 8 and in a swimming pool however I won't put you through that. I shall, inspite of the above, try to keep it short and sweet. I'm having treatment at the dentist for an implant due to a failed bridge and crown. Dentist asked if I wanted lovely white teeth? Ironically I answered with a straightforward yes please. But the whitening system didn't make much difference and I was very disappointed. So they other week he gave me another vial of the bleach solution. I used it but after only 10 mins (should be all night) I couldn't tolerate it and took it out. I rinsed my mouth but I think the residual bleach must have stayed on all through the whole night being right next to my inner lip. The next morning my lip was sore and swollen and looked like a trout pout! Argh! Hubby told me to put on red lipstick and own it! Ha ha ha! 

Right, tale over! As short as I could manage. But don't expect me to abridge again! It was hard!

Normal is just a cycle on a washing machine. - Whoopi Goldberg