I have carried and nursed five children. That is nearly four combined years of pregnancy and nearly eight years of repeated filling and emptying breasts. Lets just say that everything's a little stretched out.
My husband is a student in the pharmacy program here in our small college town. He goes to campus every day--a campus that is populated by firm, twenty year old . . . um . . . girls . . . and their bodies. It used to irk me when I would see a girl wearing not much. I'd want to go up to them and wrap a big, ugly burlap bag around
Now, however, I've instructed him to never read the words or phrases on the back of the sweat pants, and only befriend ugly girls. So, all of you cute girls that talk to my husband? Please stop. He may not notice your tiny little shorts, but I certainly will!