My worst fear has come true.
I have Lumpy Ass. I’m not talking about the kind of lumpy ass you can see when you’re naked, I’m talking about the kind of lumpy ass you can see through my clothing. The kind of lumpy ass that people can see when they’re walking behind me. You know what I’m talking about? Yeah? Well, I officially have it. And I can NOT blame that on being pregnant.
Okay, do people actually look for Lumpy Ass? Maybe I’m out of the loop, but I don’t do that.
I like mine with peaches!
Ok, G, it’s bad enough I already think of “riding my pony” everytime I see your name, now I’m going to think of that stupid song “peaches and cream” everytime you come around.
JERK!
Yvonne, I just want to thank you for your honesty and frankness through this whole pregnancy thing. I so respect that, and that’s why I come back…
“Mmm cottage cheese” Really! I’m sure it’ll all snap back. You’d have it no other way…