What hope is there of gaining that waistline i so badly desire when that man of mine is feeding me king prawns, wine and chocolates. I get the feeling he has desires of his own given the aphrodisiacs he keeps buying me. I think maybe the prawns were a poor mans oyster. As it is im not sleeping so well so maybe that is just the tonic i need. On that note i will close here and away to bed. Night night :)
