I baked chocolate chip muffins. Boy, do they smell good. Masochist? Maybe. But it's snowy, and the fire is cozy, and I am worrying about Mark's drive home. So I baked, ok?
Anna fell upon a muffin and pronounced it "awesome."
The side effects of the hcg have reminded me of their presence: painfully dry and cracked skin, a line of bruises up my leg, chills at night, and my favorite, shooting sudden pains in my calves when I take a step.
Is being fat so bad?
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