Eat. Tone. Love.
Whether we’d like to admit it or not, we’ve all played the “s/he loves me, s/he loves me not” game with some poor, unsuspecting flower sometime during our childhood (or adulthood, no one’s judging here). 918 more words
1 month, 2 weeks
The blood has been drawn, and now we wait.
(Side note: I am always so impressed with the nurses in the RE’s office who draw blood. 184 more words
1 month, 3 weeks