... on the next Maury Show.
I fell in love with the first man nearly a decade ago. He still makes my heart go a-flutter. I love him 45,000 times more than I thought possible. He is the father of my precious children. He is everything I hoped for, dreamed of, and more. Sexy, smart, a good kisser. What more could a girl want?
Two timing a great guy like that seems impossible. But then came the second man.
Second man? "Man" might be stretching it a bit much. Little man. Small baby. Whatever. I love him to pieces too. Just look at those hunka-hunka-burning love legs.
*First man declined the photo request of his less chunky legs. This is a family show. He has his limits*
I've never seen a cankle look more beautiful.
* Cankle is derived smooshing the calf and ankle together. Hence, ca-nkle. It isn't always so attractive. Like when I was sporting them at 9 and a half months pregnant.*
There is no cure. I am hopelessly in love.