So Redford had his man-surgery today, poor wretch. He came out looking even sweeter and dopier than usual, which is some feat. The discharge sheet said to keep them from licking their wounds and that, if you don’t have an Elizabethan collar, sometimes a pair of boxer shorts backwards with their tail out the hole will do the trick. I got a pair of my boxer-briefs. (What? Fat girls wear shorts under skirts so their thighs don’t chafe.) But of course they were too big. I had to fold them over and wrap duct tape around them to get them to stay on him. Then I duct-taped around the legs for good measure. He looks like a little Russian folk dancer. Hey!
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