I..... picked...... it...... up.
I..... squeezed........... it.
AAarrrrggggghhhhh!!!!
OK, I feel better now. Confession is good for the soul. Now I need a CSI kit to find the perp.
And on an entirely different note, (but still involving a derriere) I must congratulate Hayley, who is literally working her butt off. I had the pleasure of lunch with her the other day and I couldn't help but notice that my BUTT IS AT LEAST TWICE THE SIZE of hers now. OK, I am really mad at myself and happy for her. But she has officially inspired me to get my act together.
Of course, I like cake. So I drew one. It turns out to be my last cake hurrah.

OK, I will not deprive the world of seeing me enjoy cake entirely, but I will just be having small pieces now and again.
Happy Trails and Happy Cake!!!
3 comments:
Well, that laundry escapade would have made me throw up. Thus leading me to be skinnier (not skinny, there IS a difference).
I just love cake too, and yours looks delectable. Delightful. Delovely.
Oh, yuck! I'm happy to say I've never found anything that gross in the laundry.
I did once open a board book borrowed from the library, only to find that some baby had spat up all over the page and the parents had just shut the book and returned it. It was still wet. It almost put me off the Spot books forever.
Can't wait to come and visit you guys and see Hayley's butt! And yours too, Margerie, even if you're not happy with it.
OH man - no way. That literally tops the cake. Sorry, I couldn't help myself. :)
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