A muscle. MINE.

September 23, 2009

Ok, so I’m reclining in bed with one arm above my head. I reach my hand over to adjust my sleeveless pajama top, and there it is.

To the right of my underarm.

To the left of my breast.

It’s a pec.


And it has a MUSCLE.

I kid you not.

It’s firm. Muscular.

And its twin is on the other side.

My husband confirmed it. Because I couldn’t believe it.

Trainer Tom has been working me really, really hard, for two months. So hard I groan out loud. Just like a real bodybuilder.


I am in Italy. With a MUSCLE.

You friggin’ rock.

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