We're soooo mean to DH! We make them look all day at our new bodacious curvacious bods and then say they can't touch. It's like taking a diabetic to a candy store or an alcoholic to a bar. Poooor hubbies! LOL
(Of course, if DH could figure out where the laundry machine was located in the house, that might help improve my mood as much as some hormone therapy
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