A mouse in a house of catcalls
Yes, yes I know. Just kdding,hehe! No, really, when i saw the title to this post i thought it was something serious like you were signing off for the last time or something so i am relieved.Regarding your last post: I hate my stomach, too. Sometimes when i am driving around, i have one hand on the steering wheel, and one hand is squeezing and squashing my tummy like some kind of weird stressball or something. Sounds like you have a great man who loves you for you and not your smokin' bod, though, which is good and probably takes some of the pressure off. I have a good husband, too. Once i dated this guy who made me do these super hard situps every night because he didnt want my stomach to get fat- and i was anorexic at the time and um very underweight. But he was a turd. I wonder what he would think of my putty-tummy now after 2 kids and you know what? I really don't care! Love ya!
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