If I have a midlife crisis now...that means...this is the middle of my life? Which means I will die at age 60ish, which means...way too much. So I'll hold off and chalk this one up to the phenomenal inner workings of the female form for which I have no owner's manual. Figuring it out here. Looking for my still in the spinning.
We are in a warzone--we hold 'em hostage in the "naughty spot" (see visual). The battle? Sibling abuse vs. love at home. So far, love at home is winning!!! Stay tuned.