40 days that represent the time Jesus spent in the desert, where, according to the Bible, he endured the temptation of Satan.
What about the 40 days I’m spending in Utah without my
make out buddy husband?
I know it’s not Ash Wednesday or Holy Thursday and I’m not even Catholic, but it is ovulation day. And you ladies know what’s up on O day. (TMI? Sorry.)
25 more days.
25 more nights with a body pillow as my only bed fellow.
If my body pillow could talk it would definitely be saying “BACK OFF LADY.”
25 more days until this…
I know there’s some Military wives out there who read my blathering.
HOW. DO. YOU. DO. THIS?
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