I used to be able to jump. Pretty high. Today I can hardly walk up stairs without my guts threatening to fall out. There’s a 16 year old from Thousand Oaks planning on sailing around the world solo. She will be out for five months in treacherous waters. I think she is brave. And insane. Mostly insane.
I could use a massage right about now. And maybe a cleaning service. Somebody come scrub my bathtub. Please??
Daytime TV commercials are the worst. There’s nothing cornier than suburbanites rapping about tech colleges.
Peanut will be here in less than a month. When should I start freaking out?
My husband looks good in purple.
4 comments:
Those are some funny thoughts Jam! Don't freak out - everything will be just fine. Easier said than done... Right?
You crack me right up darlin!! You should start freaking when little miss gets here!!
Freaking out can begin anytime you want to. Pregnant women are allowed a freak out pass. If I was there I would clean your house and scrub your tub and give you a massage too.
Sheesh D-bock, you're making me look bad!
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