The girl I figured was someone's teenage daughter was, in fact, my dental hygienist. 4'11" and with an artificially red pixie cut, she concerned me. I finally asked what year she graduated from high school.
"2014. Why?"
Assisted living, here I come.
Musings from the Round Mound of Unprofound
The girl I figured was someone's teenage daughter was, in fact, my dental hygienist. 4'11" and with an artificially red pixie cut, she concerned me. I finally asked what year she graduated from high school.
"2014. Why?"
Assisted living, here I come.