I've spent the last couple hours cataloging each wrinkle on my face. On a completely unrelated note, one of my students referred to an article published in 1988 as "an article from the late 1900s". Welcome to my mental breakdown!
I love being watched. What would you do if you saw me walking in the store with a see these shorts on? My husband likes to hear what I do when he isn’t around. Like my last post. I send him pictures of what I’m wearing when I go out.
