Into My Mind

I have rolls people. When I smile, rolls. When I sit, rolls. When I stand, well hell my butt looks like two nice big country biscuits. Now don't get me wrong, I like rolls. Cinnamon rolls, wheat rolls, hard rolls, herb rolls, etc. By no means do I discriminate against the roll population, but really I don't need them on my body. You know the commercial where the people are walking with donuts around their mid-drifts? That's what I feel like. I'm a big, squishy roll. Thank goodness my husband doesn't discriminate against the bread community either or I'd be up a creek without a paddle.