About a month ago a close friend and I each put together lists of what we’re looking for in our future husbands. I’ve never engaged in this type of exercise before and, frankly, never thought much about what I was looking for in my future husband. I trusted in the universe and just believed that I’d know it when I saw it. I’d meet a guy, be hit by cupid’s arrow and automatically know he was the man for me. I’m going to be 32 in 21 days and I must say, “Ay yo, Cupid! Where you at?” Continue reading
74 Inches of Pure Lady 