...isn't a BHM, oddly enough. It's FFA friends. You know, the girls you'd hang out with at school on your lunch break, or go to coffee shops with, or gossip with on the phone, meet up with at clubs, etc, etc... I feel like I've missed a whole part of my life because I've never had friends to giggle with over the same guy, or even the same kind of guys.
I kind of realised that today when I was talking to a work friend. All my married work mates have their partners on strict diets at the moment, and it's cool that they can sympathise with their man's cravings, bad tempers, lost inches etc... but I want someone I can talk to about cakes and measuring tapes and moobs.
Demmit. Demmit!!
I kind of realised that today when I was talking to a work friend. All my married work mates have their partners on strict diets at the moment, and it's cool that they can sympathise with their man's cravings, bad tempers, lost inches etc... but I want someone I can talk to about cakes and measuring tapes and moobs.
Demmit. Demmit!!
