Tuesday, 3 July 2012

FB thought

My attitude should probably originate from the fact that I have the most formidable looking husband (with a brain of a detective and a heart of a warrior), and the best boobs ever, and can make pancakes that'll knock your socks off;  I take good photos, I illustrate great illustrations, I write cool books and have some pretty awesome friends. And don't even get me started on my pets. I should probably feel pretty fucking awesome, being me. But then I suppose this would be the peak of my existence - and I am not ready to stop wanting to be even more nuts anytime soon. (My spelling probably has room to improve.)