Mine do not have names. Occasionally I call them the girls. (Breasts, not pine nuts)
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
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Like, decide it doesn't bother you or something, or it's fine for other people as long as there's no injury or whatever
I guess I could see describing that as "no opinion" though. As opposed to repulsed, or oh yeah! or whathaveyou.
Hey, brenda, how's Darby?
Is that the left breast or the right breast?
She is home! Came through very well and now we have several rather unpleasant weeks to get through. (More than that to fully heal, but the first few are hardest.)
Which reminds me, about time to go carry her down the stairs.
I just saw someone I've been assuming is adult, who said she had no opinion on it, and I'm like--isn't that uselessly open-minded? Like, decide it doesn't bother you or something, or it's fine for other people as long as there's no injury or whatever, but *no* opinion? I...just?
You have an opinion on everything, though. I see this as perhaps more saying that there's too many factors to come to a conclusion.
Hi, I've been in communication training all week.
Which reminds me, about time to go carry her down the stairs.
Aw. She's a lucky dog, lady.
Also, my breasts do not have names. I rarely talk to them, after all.
No pine nuts! Nor anything that pine nuts in it.
This morning I ate the leftovers of the chicken-cheese quesadilla I made last night, but it tasted so bad I threw it away. Then I ate a slice of sourdough bread with butter, later I ate some mango peach salsa with corn chips, and I just ate a yogurt. I'm drinking Perrier water. Nothing that's not in my normal diet, nothing with pine nuts or other suspicious characters, and nothing made it go away. It's weird.
No breast names here.
In high school my friend and I got called Laverne and Shirley, though no one would name which one of us was which. Over the years, she has become Shirley and I'm Laverne, though, honestly, I think it fits better the other way around.
But, back to, who names their breasts?
My sister did. And I named mine, too, though I certainly don't refer to them by name. Unless I'm making a joke of some kind.
Do you feel okay otherwise, Zen? Sometimes when I'm getting sick I get what I call "sick mouth," when nothing tastes right.