A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead are swimming breast stroke in a race. The blonde comes in last and says, "I don't mean to be a a sore loser, but I think the other girls were using their hands."
Swinging from one extreme to the other, either busy or vegging, orderly or cluttered, meals par excellence or insta-food, schoolwork all day or not at all. Good thing my husband is well-balanced.
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