Most of my girls complain re the single life, yet its friday night and we are all in bed or on the couch vegitating. After 30, its all downhill. Hilarious. Maybe I just need to start praying to the boob and vag gods that nothing falls apart or off while waiting for an Idris prince to come scoop us up and away from our nightly hibernation state. Le sigh. Let me get out this bed & crack a bottle of something.

 

 

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