I can feel my self loathing growing as I type this. But for some reason this odd, unfamiliar competitive streak in me has actually caused my appetite to decrease. Yes, that's right. The woman who manages to eat while cleaning up vomit has found a temporary way to stifle "the hungries".
I am like The Little Engine That Could.
Only I'd probably be called:
The Big Vagina That Might
Please go cast a vote for The Happy Hausfrau. If I win I promise I won't type the word "vagina" for a long time.
Vote here, my friends.