Okay, so maybe I'm not so explosive as I used to be. Now I'm more of a almost 25, slightly overweight, one-time bombshell so unspeakably fatal my stilettos couldn't keep up with me. Really. Then came marriage and birth control and my Marilyn turned to Bette Midler overnight. Sigh. But I'm working on it occasionally.
I never thought I'd be the type of person to keep a blog, but I want to be a writer when I grow up and all the girls I know who are writers have sassy blogs. I guess one could call it peer pressure. . .
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