Dude, man, bra, you know what I mean? These drive me insane.
Well I can tell you what I won't be doing. No laundry, ironing, mopping, or dishes.
My turn to bitch about the toilet seat and being ignored for sports. I will PMS with a vengeance.
So, in other words, you would be the one wearing the pants? Bravo.
Would seriously consider it.
In the kitchen on top of the island. Back porch swing.
I have tried it and the pain was so intense. I would like to try it again if I had a higher tolerance for pain. Hubby is so thick I felt like he was splitting me in half.
Candy apples, an addiction of mine.