My ovaries, on the other hand, notice and now demand that I have his babies. I will not picture a Baby Ben snuggled in my arms. Will. Not. Picture. It. Aww, so cute.
Things I’d rather do than go out to lunch with Ben and the Wedding Brigade: Vacuum a room full of hidden pennies. Stub my toe on a freezing morning. Eat a handful of peanuts while chewing gum.
Lol
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