The pharmacy......

Next to the cheese shop and the chocolate shop and the bread shops the pharmacy may be my new favorite French hang out. After so much conversation. About our disgusting wArts we decided to head to the French pharmacy to see if they have any different cures. It was a little embsrasing to ask about the cure for warts,so I sent jimmmie in. Well well it seems we have our hands on some dr prescribed wart killer that singes the nasty little monster to a brutal death. So tonight while BBQ our dinner Jimmie pulled out the French instructions and his translator. We had a good laugh because you hold the dry ice fire down on the wart for twenty seconds, The translation said " hold your horses" that's because about second twelve my finger felt like it was going to self combust. But thanks to my childbirth training I hung tight and fried that little succer. BURN BABY BURN! Now I hold my head a little higher and feel this weird sence of pride that I am bravely killing this unwelcome visitor on my finger. Heck who needs the fire burning fat melter once you kill your wart you feel like a sexy mama all over again.