Not **those** talents. Perv.
Once upon a time, there was this girl. She was getting married in 4 days, but she couldn’t find her jewelry. Or hair fascinator.
Don’t think, just do.
I’m out of witty titles and excerpts today. It must be the fumes from all of the wood glue I’ve been using.
I love the TRX, but I don’t really love using the TRX outside in 90 degree weather with 90% humidity.
Just another Tuesday night in the Jogger household.
Squeeze me.
Nothing went properly yesterday. Well…except my Venti Iced Vanilla Coffee that is.
Alternative title: Pregnancy Wait!
I’ve become a ‘YES-(WO)MAN’, and I’m OK with that.
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