Yeah, so I emailed this little tidbit (among many others) to Beachgirl today in response to a love life dilemma NOT of my own for once.
She thought it was CHOICE . . so I decided to share:
Not that I can really talk . . hello, my love life is a minefield . . .
where, surprisingly enough, no one is getting fu**ed.
Most times in minefields, there are legs flying up in the air and people being
Nope, not my mine field. Totally devoid of any screwage.