Before my tummy tuck, I always tricked my husband with sexy mood lighting and cute, short lingerie dresses that I could lift up the bottom and pull my boobies out of the top, trying to be sexy, while secretly hiding my mid-section. He had no idea that mess was there. I hid it well. I was embarrassed of it. Now you know why! It's gone now, so who cares.
Dr. Brent did tell me that it was OK if I had an alcoholic drink as long as it was earlier in the night. Considering that this was my only day to play in California before I had to lay in bed recovering for a while, I wanted to have some fun! We were going to have dinner at a place called Te'kila! How could you go to a place called Te'kila and NOT try one of their tequilas? I mean seriously. I only sipped on one shot of tequila the entire night. ONE! You can see me sipping on it like a cup of tea with my pinky out in one of the scenes, instead of throwing it back. I'm not stupid. I also only ate the lettuce part from my taco salad bowl. It was killing me not to eat the guacamole on the table. That was torture!
My Dad is so funny, isn't it he? I love spending time with my parents. They are the best! They do NOT agree with plastic surgery AT ALL, so God bless them for sticking by me. It's purely a personal choice. My parents certainly did not raise me that way. I felt bad for worrying everybody. I tried to ease their worries by showing them how NOT worried I was about it. I've always been a risk taker.