Imogen I’m whistling as I rifle through my journal that I’m about to write in. My hair is in a messy bun atop my head, and I’ve changed into my yellow with daisies on, pj shorts and a black vest top, to be comfortable. I’ve got so much to write about and so much to write also in my gratitude journal. I’ve been journalling for years now, and it used to be my therapy, not that I need any therapy now. Everything in my life is pretty perfect. Autumn is coming over in an hour and we’re having a girl’s night in with some wine, pizza and movie snacks. More than likely, we’ll watch some of our favorite movies, something like How to lose a guy in ten days with Kate Hudson. I absolutely love her as does Autumn. I wanted to be just like her until I realized I was never going to have her hair, her looks or that damn cute, quirky smile she has. But I’m happy with who I am and what’s more, Cody adores me and thinks I’m sexy. That makes me giggle as I sit down cross legged on the bed, propping a c
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