You can just call me Your Highness.
Until the day I die and then smoke weed at my funeral.
I am a repeat offender.
I got a spice rack for our first Christmas from my hubby and my mother got a frying pan!!😠
The struggle is real.
I still do all summer.
My dog is my only joy in life.
I had the Kid-Eating Machine in the closet where I kept the Christmas presents hidden.
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