Good news, bad news
The good news is, my ovaries are so messed up that I get two months off of gym.
The bad news is, I may not be able to make babies.
The sad thing is, I kind of don’t mind that arrangement. No gym for 2 months, which would encompass the line-dancing unit, is a godsend.
I always wanted to adopt anyway. Just in case…pray for my genitalia!
Babies are overrated! I shall pray to the nicer gods anyways, though.