




As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
My apologies....my mother has reminded me that it wasn't a Mary Kay party, it was a Quixtar party. I can't be expected to remember details at 37 months pregnant.
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