My Hands Go Commando

My Hands Go Commando
A guy hit on me today. “That corn’s a deal,” he said to me over the bin at Walmart, his eyes twinkling and searching for mine. A toothpick dangled precariously from his lower lip, but he possessed “TV doctor” good looks. We were shucking ears that were indeed a great deal, and I guess the

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One comment

  1. Yvonne says:

    Lovely! I also can not wear my wedding ring. I had it stretched. And then the lymphedema diagnosis came. The stretched ring no longer fit. I miss my ring. As a surprise my wonderful loving husband bought matching silicone rings. In purple my favorite color! I often forget to put it on and yet my husband always has his on. Seeing him wearing the purple ring always bring smiles and sometimes tears for what has been lost. Thank you so much for sharing.

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