I was having a pretty bad day last Friday.
Mostly because I had a startling realization that I infact had a full fledged muffing top.
Not like a baby one, not one that only stuck out when I wore certain pants.
So naturally I sent a little message to my bestie.
Truth is, I really did feel like a busted can of biscuits.
But I of course felt better when Sarah exclaimed that she peed and pooped her own pants.