You know when you have those days or even weeks when you just feel... well, like a schmuck-bag? You feel fat, or dowdy, or fugly dugly or whatever. I am having one of those times. I don't like it much. My husband calls me crazy which is very sweet and really, I only need him to find me attractive but human nature calls for the want to feel good. Pesky business.
Poo.
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