3. I'm sure there's a medical term for this that I don't know: it's the little piece of flesh that connects your upper lip to your gums. Well, I no longer have one. It is completely gone:
4. The bike got some paint scraped onto it, which wiped off with some serious sponging.
5. Dignity has not yet returned,.
As I shower out, gingerly touching my upper lip, memories of my wretched scooter abortion still fresh in my mind, I think:
Man, I've got to get one of those!
I walk out to head over to the LAEMT conference, I say goodbye to my mom.
"See you later!" she says. "Oh, and MM?"
"Drive safely! BWAHAHAHAHAH!"