Boxing Day.
An impromptu post-run breakfast with the mom morphed into a talk about the horrors of pre0gnancy. The pain of C-sections, saggy skin, and enough stretch marks to form a world atlas. Goodness. Someone should hire the woman to deter a class of teenagers with raging hormones from premarital sex. ROFL.
Let us take a moment to say a prayer for the victims of the tsunami disaster a year ago.
On a slightly different note, here's a message from Ceci.
"Happy Boxing Day. *bish."
Right babe.
Zipping off.. yet again.
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