Both Tessie and I were beat after yesterday's yard work and wicker work.
This morning Tessie announced, "Nobody is working today. Nobody!" Then she put me to work. Nothing unusual about that.
The job was a little unusual though. She looked me straight in the eye and said, " I need my knees fixed and a boob job!"
Let me explain. A couple of weeks ago, my friend Debi made the observation that the outfit that Tessie has been wearing makes her look flat chested. Tessie saw the note and was not at all pleased.
Meanwhile, she has been limping around here for about the same length of time....So....What could I say? I knew that she needed the knee operation. While I was working on making her feel better, why not a boob job too?
So we went to work. I won't show you photos. Modesty is Tessie's middle name.
She is very brave and it was done in no time, but after the expansion of her chest, her old clothes didn't fit. That is exactly what she calls it. She claims that there is no more padding in that area. She is just standing straighter and breathing deeply....Very deeply, I would say.
Anyway, she got new clothes from the inside out. She had to have a new apron and grabbed the newest fabric in the stash.
Now that it is done, she is dissatisfied. So. What else is new? She hates the style, the color and the apron, even though she asked for all three.
She is now relaxing in the birdcage gazebo, drinking coke and eating unbaked chocolate chip cookies. She is the only person that I know that forms the cookies before eating them raw. She says, "It's more lady like to eat them that way. And besides, that way I can count how many cookies I ate." Only Tessie counts the raw cookies she eats. Most of us just grab a spoon and start eating.
I have a feeling that, after I get the sewing mess cleaned up, I am going to have to drag it all back out....I hear Tessie complaining that the new duds are very uncomfortable. We all know what that means......
See you tomorrow.