Scars Are Sexy!?..

So I was at a fancy store with my mom the other day. She was getting me clearance (I'm poor but like nice things) sexy red pants & the young guy at the register "asked" about my lovely throat scar. It went something like this:
I place my sexy pants on the register
He looks at the pants, looks me over, & his eyes get big. He blurts out "Holy Crap! Is That A Scar!?!?"
I look at him with a blank stare for a moment then realize what he is asking about & nicely smile at him..
He quickly adds "What Happened!?!"
I tell him "I had My thyroid removed," & add a "because I had cancer.." (as in: you wouldn't ask about a bald woman's head because its safe to assume she had chemo but you still don't ask her)
"Whoa!" & his eyes somehow manage to get even bigger then he kinda gets it & trys to help the original subject of scars "I have a scar right here!" he thrust his arm out & shows me his wrist "Somebody stabbed me at a Halloween party last year!! It almost went right thru!"
I tell him "Nice! I like Halloween!"
Then he starts scanning my pants & I add my scar motto "Scars are just a road map of life"
He stops, thinks about it for a second, nods in liking it, & says "That's a really good way to look at it!"
He also broke the store rules & used somebody elses already used coupon to save us even more money.

My mom is convinced he was hitting on me, because, as she said "guys find scars on a good looking girl sexy!".. Okay, I like my mom's way of thinking, Scars are sexy.. & match my new Sexy red pants! He did have a nice sized scar on the top of his arm.. & nice eyes.
*I Am Happily Married! but its still nice to get hit on & girls hit on my husband all the time! I already told you, I like nice things!

unhappily happy

My husband & I have been spending a lot of time together lately. Its pretty nice, except that nothing gets done or taken care of. If I try to get anything done instead of spending time with him, he throws a tantrum. I've needed my breaks changed for three weeks & he said he'd do it but hasn't gotten farther then taking the tiers off. I don't know why I try to count on other people. it just drives me nuts & ruins my faith in people. I feel trapped. I think my husband likes that I can't get up & go on my own free will. He also keeps telling me I should get my old job back. Fuck that! I want to punch him in the throat whenever he says that. He had a nice job & he quit it. He can go fuck up his life & go nowhere but I am not going back to that shit place. They fired me for missing work because I was sick. They can kiss my ass. My husband may mean well but it still pisses me off that he can't except doing something worth wile with life. I need my car fixed so I can get away from him for a bit. also, I want Ice cream. oh yeah, & I need to call to find out when my next doctor appointment is. I know its soon..