a letter to my ovaries.

(i don't know if any men read this blog, but my guess is probably not. anyway, if i do have a male following, be forewarned: this is a little correspondence to my lady parts. you are free to ignore this post... the way you most likely ignore all posts involving baby poop, burlap and rusty chicken wire.)

to my dear ovaries,

hey girls, hey. i was about to type a heartfelt letter, but i figured kim zolciak could sing lip sync it better than i could write it.

watch this.

all my love,

stephanie rose