(and that’s a biiigg IF)
THIS is how I want Mr. Pie to see me.
To look right past the baggy sweats.
And the scary fro in the morning and the few extra pounds and the frazzly crazy OCDin’ mess I can be.
To see that inner goddess I KNOW is there. Somewhere.
THIS is what I’m holding out for.
I don’t think that’s asking for too much, do you?
Thanks to Mama’s Losin’ It for this little blind date with Trace.
Blind Date with Trace.
Someone smells a reality show …