Ohmy god, I need to get a grip and answer mommy before she gets herscissors."Okay mommy I will be a good boy, I promise don't cut my hair," I saywhile...I am staring at Karen and myself in the mirror.Mommy starts shaking her head again with her hands across her chest. "Youare going to be a good boy? Maybe you should stare into that mirror alittle more and tell me what you see. I see no boys in this room. Now tryagain sweetie." I stare into the mirror and mommy is right, all I see istwo little. Diya came with tea andsome sweets which we bought the day. When serving the food mother didn’t ask meanything and I said. Doctor says that a new treatment is there. We can start itsoon, Mother looked at me and there was a pain on her face. Her looks showedthat she knew everything. When I finished my dinner Diya came after bathwearing a silken nighty that bought the day. She had perfumed and the fragrance was maddening. Oh! Looking like a star! I made a commentwhich was not usual and she. But when he did, he forgot to include a bathroom. I awoke with a four-alarm “urgent need to go” moment as my bladder trembled in an effort to hold back a flood of biblical proportions. It would be wonderful to wake up gentle and slow like I used to do in my younger days. I used to enjoy the delightful transition from slumber to wakefulness. No such luck. Personal plumbing issues are now at the top of my morning’s To-Do List.I groaned as I rolled away from Alice and searched under the heap of. My husband is 5'7" so either way I am always taller. One of the guys I had been flirting with online, Reid, said he was 6'2" and I am a sucker for taller men who know how to compliment a lady. I left a message on my husband's voicemail telling him I was going over to a friend’s house to plan some Girl Scout activities and then I jumped online and left a message for Reid that said, "Skinny Fatz, 8:30 pm, I'm living dangerously" then I headed for my car.Skinny Fatz is a nice place for those who.