I just have to mention how glad I am that I am me. Truly it would suck if I had to be you. No offense. I just love my life so much. I love my reasons. I love my bed, I love what's in my refrigerator. I cannot deny. I love my children, I love my jeans. I love the fact that I can fit into my jeans. My size 4 jeans are even baggy on me and I had a baby only 3 1/2 months ago. So there. I rule. If you want to contradict me, take it up with my attorney. My latest baby even has my blue eyes. So sue me. If you knew me, you would not be able to help yourself but to love me. At least, that is what I have been told.
I just want to recommend to any of you reading this to love yourself as much as I love me. Nobody else can do it for you. Even if they say they do, well, love yourself more. Because other people come and go but you alone are going to be stuck with you in the final death throws (however you spell that). I assume death is worse than birth and believe me, birth totally sucks; I did it five times. The good part is I have a bunch of really cute human beings who think I'm great and wait for my kisses, yes even the 11 year old boy.
Life is good, love is good. Life with love is even better.
Anyone who was hoping for something more political, sorry. Maybe next time.
