Hotel Rio is still my favorite, though iTunes keeps sliding right into the Happy In Galoshes album after this one and Missing Cleveland is worth another look if you haven't.
I wish I could figure out the words.
Some things don't change.
I sat up nice and pretty for the scary Russian doctor (not the older one) this morning. I'm fine. It's just another kidney infection. Hurts and I'm rundown, hence the crankiness of late. Lochlan swears he can sense when I'm about to get very sick based on my moods.
I don't believe that for even a second.
The doctor has less interest in my current ailments and more in what his connections might be able to do for me. He doesn't speak the language much and Caleb had left to afford me a little privacy. Lucky for me. I felt very sophisticated coming back down the hall with a container full of my pee to be tested.
Your hair. Did someone cut it?
I had it cut.
You wanted it like this?
Oh. He flinched as if he couldn't believe that and then tried something else in stilted English. I have a guy. He can do your...your backside.
Surgery. So you have a bigger backside. A...booty, if you will.
Oh! No thank you. I like it the way it is.
Do it for the mans?
Seriously? You would not to want change this to be bigger? They like it.
No, they would not. No plastic surgery.
That's a shame. You could be so pretty. You have the face. But you're a little on small side, no? I'd have to, what do they say? Throw you back.