Yes, I know I have poor posture.
Blame it on the height.
Or the nightly bath routine of a rambunctious preschooler.
So thank you, my anonymous friend, for pointedly placing this in my inbox (and my inbox alone!), and reminding me that a back is a terrible thing to waste. Were it not for you, I may have forgotten to drink my milk at dinner tonight.
It's good to be loved.
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