be a milf

I love how suprsed people are when I proudly tell them I have a son.

but I’ve been called a milf. so maybe I’m just an ilf.

and, possily, a GILF

sometimes i feel it—other times i would rather rot in my fluffy robe. but when i got it going on, i got it going on. so there.

hm, how do i know when i’ve achieved this goal? when the cute check-out guy at the grocery store gives me an extra stamp for my bonus shopper’s reward? yeah, i have no clue. but i dyed my hair purple today—but you can hardly tell. it’s a step toward the positive, isn’t it?

haha.. what can i say?