I Love Christmas. I Really Do Love

Sometimes, You Know, I Cry. And Sometimes I Scream. And I Get Really Angry. And I Get Really Upset, You Know, Into Wallowing In Self-pity Sometimes. And I Think That It's All Part Of The Healing.

I'm Going To Have Cute Boobs 'til I'm 90, So There's That. I'll Have The Best Boobs In The Nursing Home. I'll Be The Envy Of All The Ladies Around The Bridge Table.

Sometimes I Stand There Going, 'i'm Not Doing Any Of This Right!' And Then I Get This Big Man Belch Out Of Her, And I Go, 'ah, We Accomplished This Together.'

I Love Christmas. I Really Do Love Christmas. I Love Being With My Family And I Love Snow. I Love The Music And The Lights And All Of It.

Instead Of Hitting The Treadmill Six Days A Week, I Try To Spend As Much Time With My Daughter And Fit In A Bit Of Cardio During The Week. Although, Running And Playing Around With My Three-year-old Keeps Me Pretty Active As It Is.