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May 06, 2013 23:16

Too much Red Bull

It's getting late. My hands have gotten really dry recently because of the warm weather and all the washing up that I'm now doing. So the housewife picture is beginning to come together for me, it makes more sense and seems possible. Most days it does, anyway. And on the days where it doesn't, I just force myself to do it regardless. It's the only way.

This daughter of mine is absolutely amaze-balls and I love her to bits. Can't wait to have another kid. Well, it's funny how I can't remember what contractions feel like, but can remember what it's like giving birth. Squeezing out the thing is pretty ouchy, however, I wish to once more be with child, at the nearest possible junction. That's when husbands come in handy.

I so could have made that last sentence a complete innuendo rush, but shall refrain from doing so. Although, now that I've mentioned that I could've, I basically have. Ah well.

This isn't really going anywhere worthwhile. I'm going to pack it in.

'Night. 

washing up, innuendo, red bull, baby, daughter

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