As the number of my natal anniversaries continues to grow, and the length of days when I feel like a bloated chimp increase alarmingly, I will strive mightily to remember that, deep down inside, I am a Queen.
At least as envisioned by my dear friend Ron, aka the "Hoosier Scavullo." He also says I am "one fine piece of chocolate," even though HE isn't interested in doing anything about it. I still love him anyway.
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