Dear Stomach,
I'm sorry about last night. I was out of line. I don't know what got into me. I didn't mean to upset you. I realize now that the ridiculous foods I consumed with Carolyn last night were not as good of an idea as they seemed at the time. I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please accept my apology. Please stop hurting.
I love you.
BM
2 comments:
ha ha, i finally just decided that i wasn't full anymore and thought it a good idea to have some leftover rotel as a "snack"....why is PMS so evil?
i like how coincidentally you initial your apology to your stomach "BM." hehe...hilarious!
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