…runs in my household. Our new burglar bars are up, but Amber doesn’t fit through them. It’s the only window in the house she can use to come and go…also the only one that requires burglar bars…and now she cannot fit through them. Everyone I know loves how fat Amber is…but in her defense…the
It is utterly amazing how your viewpoints can change as your circumstances do. A few short months ago I could not go near a baby shop. I would get sulky hearing the pregnant woman at work laughing; bitterly thinking ‘Yes, you have reason to be happy. Just rub it in my face already’. Childish.