Iiiiiiii don't know how well talking about stuffing yourself with butterflies will go over with some people... I personally couldn't be bothered by the fact that you like to eat large quantities of butterflies, but some might be.
Also; lucky fucking dog. I'd love to play that game with you.
To whom does that beautiful '67 belong to in your latest set? I probably would have bought a '67 (Instead of a '69. Everyone and their dog has a '69, and I like the rear quarters better on the '67s), but I just like the early second gens too damn much. Bought me a fully restored '73 Z28 instead
Your ribs would be much bigger than the ones she's chomping on, however, probably as delightful in BBQ sauce...
Oh, and I also would love to play the "unwrap Reagan's boobies" game. With my teeth. But alas, I would probably cringe in guilty sorrow if I heard one peep of ouchness from you. So, it's best really to leave that to the pups.
Also, the first pic is seeping with adorableness. You do adorable ILLEGALLY well. Like laws should be passed and shit. Just saying.
You are a tough woman. I've had a rib out of place once, and I swear to you, even though I've had 2 children, that rib gave me the worst pain I've ever felt.
Once I broke my ribs from coughing too much during a bout with pneumonia. I have also displaced them lots of times. The pain sucks but you can tough it out. Good luck.
As a soccer goalie, I have found broken ribs to be an occupational hazard. Did they tell you to blow up balloons to keep your lungs from collapsing? Also I'm impressed that the breathing part was the tough part for you. I always find that having to (gently, oh God gently!) roll out of bed onto the floor and standing up from there instead of just sitting up is usually the worst part.
Stay beautiful and start working on making balloon animals, like one a day. Trust me it is critical to healing quicker and is a great skill to learn in the event you find yourself around children (or even better, small dogs.)
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