Well, this week sucks.
I’d blog it but why?
I will say I see it’s Whorothy’s birthday. HOLY SHIT that woman should give us all a gift and stop posting pics. Seriously, my girl R always called her the Crypt Keeper. She was being generous.
On her newest pic, I want to comment, “You don’t look a day over 104! Or, for that matter, a day under!”
I feel fuckin’ beautiful now after looking at that mess.
The things I do to entertain myself when my body is radiating stress and pain.