The girl whose hair tie flies out, her hair going everywhere, and she doesn't even care cause she's mid-shimmy.
The young, beautiful mama with the baby bump who keeps looking at herself sideways in the mirror to see what her moves look like in her new body.
The girl who's shakin it like she's home alone in front of her bathroom mirror.
These women are my women.
Recipe for a Night to Remember
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Here it is:
One cup of grossness. Or maybe three or four.
A dash of uncontrolled laughter.
Two servings of young sons who are men at heart.
And a h...
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