Tuesday, April 10, 2012

There is NOTHING like slapping on a CLEAN pair of underpants, a pair of sweatpants, releasing your breasts from the confines of a brassiere, and sitting on the coach with a fresh glass of ice water after a long day of children's play activities and dumb dick driving.

I have zero guilt knowing how gorgeous it is outside, as well as knowing dinner hasn't been made.

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