A day in the life of me, Jim's Wild Oat. People will see that title and think they've found something racey. The story goes:
When Jim and I were dating I told him once that he needed to sow some wild oats. His answer, "Baby, you ARE my wild oat." I like it and I've tried to live up to it ever since.
Because I love my husband and respect his privacy I won't go into the detail that I could with this. But! Suffice it to say there is no good way to come to the realization that you have fire ants in your underwear.
1 comments:
thanks for the "brief" description... :)
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