*I’m not even gonna front. I complain about stuff. How I don’t look like I used to? And why is this so this and that so that.
You know how it is.
But so often we come up against something at makes us complainers want to slap ourselves. What on earth do we have to complain about?
Imagine if we had a REAL problem…like tree-trunk-looking warts growing all over our body?
Uh huh. That’s what I thought.