Seven years and three babies later, and I still feel like a doe in heat.
Homeschooling has saved my brain cells.
Pimples make me feel like a dorky teenager.
Ingrown hairs drive me crazy…can’t keep from picking, plucking, or pricking them out.
I’m spiritual, but not religious. Though I do love a good ole’ Pentecostal praise and worship.
My “last meal” would consist of Boston Market and Braums.
The space between my upper lip and nose disappear when I smile.
I have been mistaken for my children’s older sister.
I don’t believe in worrying. I do believe in intense focused anxiety.
Naturally birthing my children made me feel like the Hulk.
Pregnancy and PMS have no effect on my emotions. Thus, making me a man.
I’ve never finished a book.
I secretly want to audition for American Idol. Ssshhh….
I subconsciously steal my husband’s napkins when dining out.