Just let yourself go…
Hell week. Headache that won’t die and the sensation of my uterus being ripped to shreds and no drugs work. I’m considering googling home hysterectomies. I don’t need the damn thing anyway. But now I have Bob all to myself for nine days and I’m not sharing him. And I have cake. If the Nug doesn’t get to it first. — Hey Girl O.A.R.