Curve Ball…
This has been a trying week.
At the stroke of midnight I turned into a rotten pumpkin. My life was literally spinning out of control.
I woke up refreshed today. I slept like a baby and had the best sleep I have experienced in at least one year.
Breasts are ogled all the time. They are admired, talked about, photographed, considered erotic and a constant in male fantasies.
I took a spin class at Flywheel yesterday. Out of sight, out of mind, out of shape.
Remember the good old days when smoking a cigarette or tuning the radio was the only dangerous driving habit…driving under the influence notwithstanding.