I've never claimed to be anything but unique. In fact, I am PROUD that I'm unlike anyone I've ever met. Of course, it's more complicated when you are abandoned shortly after birth.
Those of you unfamiliar with THE STORY, go ahead and catch up. Then maybe you'll forget that I've been NaBloPoMo-ing (moaning?) for days, and get lost in a decent narrative.
At any rate, if you DO know THE STORY, then you'll appreciate this even more.
I wanted to keep my gall bladder after they took it out. Not that it was good for our home decor, but I'm kinda attached to my parts. (They DID let me keep the gallstones, and Roger let me display them for months on a shelf in our dining room. He finally threw them away. Dammit.) I am so curious about every aspect of my body, in case I might find something unusual that would make me "one in a million," and easier to link to any possible relatives. At any rate, the only thing that has come out/off of me are:
1) a mole;
2) a fatty tumor under my armpit (I know, GROSS), after several painful mammograms;
3) The Offspring;
4) a gift to my husband's friend.
Now SOMEBODY on the blogosphere wasn't appreciative of my twisted sense of humor, even though my GIFT, considering the nature of THE CONTEST, was heartfelt and appropriate.
The recipient of these? Well, let's just say that it was his first real glimpse into the person his best friend married. I had never seen this man in my life, yet my husband and I threw together this package of random stuff you might find in your junk drawers, some happy meal toys, etc., and my teeth. These were pulled from my head when I was 14 years old, to make room for braces and my ultra-massive teeth in my too-small mouth.
Surprise! I still have some gnarly wisdom teeth to send, so watch out.
Here is a picture of him and Roger, during our visit to Chicago. They had not seen each other in 12 years. Needless to say, we recently received a package from Kim (yes, that's his real name). I got my teeth back.
That's how we roll.