tevagirl
<font color=teal>Saving little old ladies from gun
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A big ugly cold sore on my lip.
This afternoon I got my grandson off the bus from kindergarten. As I'm buckling him into his booster seat I'm asking how his day was, what he did, etc.
He's answering me but staring at my lip the whole time he's talking to me. (You know that stain remover commercial where the guy's being interviewed and the stain on his shirt starts talking? Yeah, that's what I felt like.
)
Finally he stops midsentence and says (quite disdainfully) "That thing on your lip is disgusting."
His mother sent me a text asking if I got him. I sent her back one saying 'Yeah, but you owe me big time.'
This afternoon I got my grandson off the bus from kindergarten. As I'm buckling him into his booster seat I'm asking how his day was, what he did, etc.
He's answering me but staring at my lip the whole time he's talking to me. (You know that stain remover commercial where the guy's being interviewed and the stain on his shirt starts talking? Yeah, that's what I felt like.
) Finally he stops midsentence and says (quite disdainfully) "That thing on your lip is disgusting."
His mother sent me a text asking if I got him. I sent her back one saying 'Yeah, but you owe me big time.'

) and it hasn't done diddly squat.