My stomach is not handling the smoked meat we ordered for take out, on this my day off from Body For Life, and has left me stranded in my bed clutching at my mid-region. So rather than rattle off my oh so whitty observation for today I will go back 366 days to my titillating existence from just over a year ago when I was Queen of the Nursery at a local ski mountain. Good stuff here. Really.
PS: Wendy, if you read this please note I didn’t use any real names. Even though I really wanted to do just that….
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