A lifetime ago, I met a guy at a party, stole his drink right out of his hand, couldn't stop staring at his mouth, and for two weeks afterwards, felt nauseous and had a stomach ache.
I spoke to him again recently and promptly spent an hour afterwards on the phone with SK, throwing up in my kitchen sink.
SK's comment? "Nothing says 'love' like nausea."
We Are Family, My Kangaroo Sisters and Me - This article is ten years old now. But in revisiting this blog, I saw this post among my drafts and had to publish it. Had to. I am not sure to what d...
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