More than you want to know

I’m pretty good at laughing at myself. I have to be cause I'm a spaz. So more keeping it real, I thought I'd see if I could make you all laugh. This may be too much information for the faint of heart or the extremely modest or conservative, so gentler readers you have been warned.

Two weeks ago I had an appointment with a cosmetic surgeon. Will probably share more about that later, not sure yet. But if you really want to know, individually ask away because one on one, I'll tell you. Anyway, I show up, fill out paperwork and go back to talk to a patient specialist. I get all my questions answered and then I’m then taken to an exam room to meet the surgeon and a surgical tech. They were both awesome, by the way. More questions, more answers, more information. Then they hand me a gown to put on and say they’ll be right back, and I can leave my panties on. They both looked at me and laughed, because my face was "interesting", according to the surgical tech.

That Thursday morning I realized the laundry I was behind on was my delicates. My choice was dirty panties, Steve’s boxers, the one thong I own, or commando. I chose commando (and a very long skirt, Kansas is windy). Never thinking about seeing the doc that day. So I fessed up to the surgeon and tech. They got more than they bargained for in their pics. (Thank goodness for photoshop).

I was the surgeon’s favorite visit that day cause I made them laugh.

I really want to ask if I'm the only one that ever does these kinds of things, and if I'm the only one that will admit it. But I'm afraid you all have too much class to 1. do this, and 2. admit it.