You read that right, chesticles. My. Boobs. Are. Bigger. Damn hormones. Oh boy do they ache, like someone is constantly squeezing them. In the most tender if areas. Which I should be enjoying right?
Loving the dull bruising ache. But its pissing me off instead. Sort of making me want to lay in hot water until it goes away.
But it means you get to see me at my desk. Waiting for my next client.
Sending you love, because we all deserve it.