The weather is sure warmer. I know Prada is miserable. Tina is sticking closer to her more often and I know the time is coming for Prada to have her baby. It sure does stress me out. I want her to be okay and I want the baby or babies to be okay. I am a mess. Prada probably won’t even need me, but I am stressed about it all. I want it all to be okay. And over. I know I am not the only one. Prada looks beyond ready.
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