As you might imagine, I'm not so fun to live with these days. I'm cranky, I'm emotional, I'm bitchy, I'm roughly the size of a humpback whale, I only have the energy to shower every other day and even then I'm only managing to shave my legs twice a month, I've slacked off on the housework to the point where I'm fairly certain we are living in a biohazard, I rarely cook and when I do, I only make waffles... need I say more? Despite all of this, John insists he is still in love with me. He must be some kind of saint because even I'm sick of myself.
No comments:
Post a Comment