June has been too fat for public use & too childish to pass a good dog by. So this month I have mostly been…
For years I’ve dreaded the “where do you see yourself in five years time?” questions because until he put a ring on it, I didn’t have a clue. Now I know exactly what I want.
Being beautiful in wrestling is no substitute to talent. Being attractive (or curvy or athletic or petite or red-headed or tattooed) is not a person’s character.
I thought I was good at buying gifts but I’ve massively been put to shame; my quirky, sentimental wife presents have been trumped by handmade fan presents.
Circumstance usually means I can only cheer my wrestlerman from afar. He can be winning titles in Germany while I’m in a match of my own against our laundry pile at home. How the other half live!