I'm not allowed to make out with Jethro at the clinic anymore. It seems he has hang-ups about sporting a chubby in front of patients.
:-(
Update:
I was cooking chicken and something popped and splattered hot grease from my neck to the tops of my breasts. I think I'll wear something low cut tomorrow.
I'm a crack-ho lazy mom who vacillates between feelings of inadequacy and delusions of grandeur. I am not bothered by kid snot, garlic breath or Bob Dylan's voice. But pinch me with your toes and I will probably kill you.
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