Dear Medical Grade Compression Wear,
I saw the photo for the brand and my insurance covered the cost, I was a happy girl... until I saw you. I am sorry but you leave a lot to be desired. The photo gives images of sexy and put together, what I received is a bit more along the lines of incredibly thick and unnaturally colored. I am cutting us both some slack, this was our first official meeting, hopefully things will improve.
A tad too sucked in (not to mention tan and shiny),
|NOT WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE|
Dear Book Club... or Drinking Club,
You are my sanity... my saving grace... my real life social connection. I am am kind of confused though, are we a Book Club that drinks or a Drinking Club that reads? I doesn't really matter because I am in either way!
Dear Sweet Children,
I am on to your master plan. I know that you are trying to get rid of me. It seems the decided method is death by Lego's. This time you even added in purple staking cups for good measure. I am not too sure if you wanted to spice things up or see if you could throw me off my game. I am still here, you have not bested me yet. Well, there was that one time I almost went down. The Lego incident of 2011