My bakery that I own is pretty sweet. I apparently own the bakery that's at the store front level and my loft type apartment above it. It's fully staffed, which means no having to have to actually cook anything myself. Also, it has, a coffee bar!
My apartment is gorgeous. It's bigger than anything I've ever lived in before. It has a balcony around the back. Which is nice for when I get claustrophobic. The person that I replaced was also the same size as me. More clothes and shoes then a girl really needs, but I'm not gonna complain too much about that.
Um, I was pregnant before I came through the vortex. Now, I am not. Have any of you heard of something like that happening before? Thanks.