It’s amazing how the desire to enjoy Raisinets cannot be diminished by having to fish a fallen one out of your bra.
8:00 to 10:00 PM…otherwise known as the window of opportunity for you and your best girlfriends to confess sins committed post workout.
They say everyone has a special talent. Hmmm…44 years and I’m still stumped as to what mine might be. Apparently “sarcasm” doesn’t count and Goddess forbid I sing!
Oh dear sweet lady with the New York license plates…This is Franklin County. If you ask me to direct you to a Starbucks or Panera, I have to send you about 25 miles away. However Yankee woman, If you want some apple pie moonshine, I got your hook up.
Gym full of beautiful people, working to get even more beautiful. I’m still the gawky girl from 8th grade. Therapy? No, just pass the pills.