As previously mentioned, I am very happily a parental figure to two kids that played no part in conceiving, which means for those keeping score got jump straight from Maiden Crone something of an accelerated program. Anyway, these are semi-obviously not my biological progeny they have their dad's spectacular eyebrows covet every day while resentfully drawing mine on, and gorgeous, ethereal, blonde hair mom's side. So like, we're walking the through grocery store parking lot buy dinner other day, woman stops crosswalk look at me, boyfriend, kids, then loudly ask "WHERE'D THAT BLONDE COME FROM?" And I'm just like momentarily frozen, do explain this biddy "hey yeah aren't but boyfriend's, rest assured divorce was extremely amicable also i'm solid stable fixture life actually take after family-" (who is record stud) eliminated all worry by saying (very sexily without breaking his stride least): "The mailman." 000000000 her indignant faaaaaace i love him so much