Everyone in my family has boobs but me and two of my sisters. I don’t know how it happened like that. Not to mention everyone in my family has darker or medium complexions and I’m a few shades off albino. I have ONE redhead in my family and then I sucked up all the genes. It’s completely unfair. Actually the lack of boobs doesn’t really bother me. I’ve just been the butt of numerous boob jokes my whole life.
Lol. Really? Their thirties? There’s hope for me yet? Lol. My mom makes fun of me for not having boobs either. And okay she totally has bigger boobs than me. But she’s had two kids, okay? *Defensive stance*
Oh yeah. Stairs are not my friends. That’s for damn sure.
I try to look at it like if I was in her shoes. I think I would be worried that there would be jealousy over time. She hasn’t spent much time with Brian for him to be jealous yet. Which is why she’s nervous about leaving the vacation because then she’ll have to go back to reality and get these things over with. But maybe I’m just the kind of person that considers those kinds of things. :/ And besides it was just a mention of something in a long list of other worries. So try not to think too much on it.
Yeah, I’m not a big adrenaline junkie. I pretty much hurt myself doing mundane things so I can’t imagine doing something dangerous and not getting hurt. With my luck I’d have a random spinal spasm and become paralyzed.
Is she? Because I don’t know if that was intentional. It just happened. :D But that’s okay.