February 15, 2012No comments
I bet when you were just a bit younger, you looked at your lovely partner over there and thought ‘Wow!’
Each night, you climbed into bed and you thanked your lucky stars that you wouldn’t have to wake up alone again. You see, you’d hit the Holy Grail of life: Great job, nice stuff and someone to call your own. The American Dream. Complete with an underwater mortgage.
And then one day it seemed like those velour track pants were fitting your princess just a little too snug. Not like you don’t mind a little junk in the trunk, but it’s just that, well, you aren’t used to it. You’re also not used to all of these small people in your house demanding your time and attention. Can’t they see you are completely exhausted from working that job you didn’t really want in the first place?Read more