Another factor Crazy Mama

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It 'was my first night as a new mom - as in no children. My husband took me to dinner on our first six months of successful educational party - or perhaps the fact that the power, and he knew he could not see the game. I did not care. I wanted out. Nothing was on this night for me to ruin everything.

I left Junior Clock six hours of cartoons, and I was ready. I took a bubble bath. I shaved. I bought a cute little black dress, was no longer"Small" category, but I did not care. I also bought one a sexy little thong rubbed a blister, before I was even through the application of my mascara. But I left on. Nothing went out of business, what a night!

I also decided to make an enormous task, something to milk my breasts, which now hangs in the knee and was placed in the National Geographic reporters from around the country to fight. I bought these funny things that stick in your bra pasty what looked like a rawChicken breast, but actually make the breasts look awake and keep the attention away from my back to the point that it now makes a different zip code, and was occupied at the time with the music quite interesting because of one late-afternoon snack became first Broccoli, in conjunction with the belt. It 'been like if I invented a new rubber-band instrument. I'm thinking of a patent.

I have on my highest heels. Pulled out. Put them again and reminded me that beauty is painand waited for my husband to pick me up. I was so happy. Junior I kissed and kissed the baby sitter, and ran out the door to meet my husband. Okay, went quickly. The heels are really high.

He did not notice me on my heels. Did not notice the dress. He did not notice that I am now limping, because I had a blister between my cheeks football, which has fallen, infect. He was too busy to find a parking place in front of Bart's hamburger buffet will be displayed where all the foodthe size of the restaurant and the waiter must, if you can stand it, and you?

I stand there and look among the macaroni and cheese or help to decide to commit suicide, crammed between my husband, the Scouts are the nearest TV, and a sweet older gentleman who seemed to feel a bit 'too hard for my division. When I look back, I realized why. Since the pseudo-beautiful perky breasts, I had hidden in my clothes, was ejected. Course I haveI do not know what the reason is probably that generates a rapt audience even at salad bars. Especially when I sneeze and jumped off my clothes chest and landed in the curd.

I felt humiliated. I have to quickly pick it up and stuff again? I put my plate next to the tomatoes? I leave them there and act as if I do not know, I was mad, had lost the salad bar? Sometimes the fate of a way to get things. This was not one of those moments. II felt another sneeze coming on - apparently allergic to the new body splash I bought for this special occasion - and the extent of sneezing has caused something to break. The belt. Obviously it was not easy to keep under pressure. Personally I do not think the blame.

I'm not quite sure if this is a scientific explanation for this, or if fate can not happen this opportunity, but pulled the strap broke and flew into the air, after which he hit the good oldLord of the face and hung there like a sort of band birthday party. And this is the last image I saw, I ran out of the restaurant was. Okay, fast walking - they were really high heels. My husband has never noticed anything.

I've never been to Burger Buffet Bart's, where they were gassed at the salad bar and the old are. High heels collect dust on top of my closet and I have not worn a belt, because, because my back againNightmares of the whole sordid experience. I have an anniversary at the door. Hubby wants to dinner. I think I'm going to buy something sexy.