Sunday, July 17, 2011
You know you're a mommy when... (7.17.11)
while relaxing to the sounds of Enya in a dimly-lit room after finally cashing in your Mother's Day gift certificate for a much-needed massage, you suddenly feel the urge to say out loud, "this little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home..." when the massage therapist touches your toes.
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