My dearest condoleances to my hopes and dreams...

Today I twisted my ankle, once again. It's been 4 times now, and I'm getting sick of it. Why can't that stupid bone just break, like any other person's bones? The doctor clearly told me that if it had broken, maybe the recovery would have been a bit longer, but at least my ankle would be strong and steady again. But every time that stupid thing twists, it gets worse. I should definitely stop drinking milk.
Speaking of which, babies have it good... They are cared for all day long, AND they get to see nice big breasts. Well tonight I almost felt like a baby; I got cared for by three beautiful women (yes, three!), but unfortunately I didn't get to see breasts... Hence the title of this post. But I have to admit I didn't try that hard... I mostly enjoyed having my meal cooked and served while I was sipping on a rather nice Australian wine!
Now since women can't keep this kind of information to themselves, I'm quite sure one of the lovely ladies who kindly changed her plans and came to my place tonight will hear about this post and then I will get into some kind of trouble, but hey, it was worth it :)

Until next time,

Tata