Clairey, Clairey, Clairey. I have never, in all my 30 years, seen such a momma's girl. It's insane. Every waking moment of your little life, you chant a mantra in your head: Must. Have. My. Mommy. As if lending you my boobs for the past 13 months haven't been fulfilling enough, you must have my entire being. Is it really necessary? It it really wise for you to spend all waking hours of your day riding on my once-slender-but-now-wide hips? If I refuse to pick you up, you throw yourself on the ground and wail--it's so very tragic. I should film you in black and white and create our very own film noir. Your face would definitely be half-lit. My little devil.
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- My name is Stephanie, but you may call me "stewbie." I live in the thriving metropolis of Houston, Tx., and from my loins have sprung two beautiful baby girls--Jenna and Claire. I'm not mean, but I am horribly sarcastic. I consider it a gift. I work full-time as Social Media expert/Digital Marketing director, edit on the side, and am usually at the gym or the theatre--pick one. Although I have a BA and MLA in Literature, I still use serial commas and sometimes, I use the semicolon incorrectly. Oh, and I also have a hairless cat. His name is "Tito."
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