Fate leads to F***k ups

Stood up to her knees in mud, a t shirt so tight she would make the mitchellin man look skinny and a steady stream of snot oozing down the back of her neck due to what resembled a drunk octopus screaming profanities only a two year old would understand strapped to her back.

Elle wondered when did THIS become her life?

When did she ever choose this?

What happened to sexy? Because this, this moment right here stuck in a field trying to battle with some headstrong livestock and an insane "i missed my nap" toddler clining on to dear life was not it.

Elle had once dreamed of seeing the world, being someone and sticking two fingers up at the entire male population who believed that a womans place was tied to the sink, with just enough chain to reach the cooker and the bedroom.