I’m home. I didn’t get to ski enough, but there was plenty of Ann Murray.
I ate chocolate chip cookies for breakfast, because I love Jeff that. much.
If I don’t eat this kind of stuff, I’ll get all model skinny and hott. Jeff will be constantly fighting over me and I just don’t want that kind of life for him. So I eat. The things I do for that man. I don’t really know if he appreciates the crosses I bear.
While eating the cookies I came to the conclusion that the girls’ weekend should be an annual March thing.
Who’s in?


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