Just Can't do it Captain....

I just couldn't do it today....Just couldn't do it...I could not bring myself to put work appropriate under garments on today...instead, I have a lovely VPL and granny panties on...
What can I say....some days I just can't wear dental floss....

Girl Bonding

I don't know what it is, but there is just a rush I get when I know I have a little girl bonding time with one of my girlfriends. Grant you, it might be because girl bonding for me usually means shopping. But mainly I just have a great group of girlfriends. Not one of them is the same. Take for example tonight, I am going to hang with my friend Alison. She and I are on the same wave length about most things and get a good laugh from each other on our day to day antics... For example the last time I was chatting with her on my cell phone and I panicked as I was going into the mall and said to her, "Alison, I cannot find my cell phone!"

I like to think she was laughing with me and not at me.

I mean, this was the same girlfriend that asked me to show her how to use the toilet guards in the bathroom and called me at 5:20AM to tell me she had misplaced her car in the a/p parking lot and what should she do?

Girlfriends are just the best, I love my hubby to the ends of the earth...but there is just something about your girlfriends....

The Stache Continues

My husband's damn stache continues to haunt me. I don't know if he is continuing to grow it in spite of me, or to drive me crazy. I have been trying to figure ways to shave it while he sleeps, but I am concerned that he will move suddenly and I will cut his lip off. I have inquired about a rufie (sp), but it seems no one I know, knows where to obtain one of these.

I have stopped complaining about it though, because the hubby lovingly informed me that every time I complain about it, it adds to more days to him keeping it. He also added that at this point we are up to 3 months of the stache. While I don't think it's fair to hold me to rules I was completely unaware of, I am not going to say a word. However, I did mention he could give me the best birthday gift in the world and shave it for my b-day that is coming up.

I am not holding my breath.....

Baby Momma Drama

I recently went to a friend of mine's baby shower. I normally loathe baby showers as I honestly have very little interest in them. I have no children and I honestly don't find anything interesting about miniature clothes, burp clothes, and pack-n-plays. And don't even get me started on the games. I do not enjoy eating baby food blindfolded by a complete stranger, sometimes I accidentally say baby a lot more than I thought, and the melted candy bar in the diaper, what sick ass individual thought up that game, Satan perhaps.

Ahh...but I digress....

So this baby shower was perhaps the best one I have ever attended. Number one, I was 30 minutes late (but my nails looked fabulous!) and I missed a lot of the baby and birthing talk. And as I walked in, they were serving the food, score again! And we just settled down to play the one game of the day...the Baby Momma Game. This game consisted of a sheet of paper with about 10 baby names on it with a one bonus question. The baby names all belonged to a celebrity mother and of course, the purpose was to name the celebrity mother to the baby. FINALLY, a game I can get on board with and kick ass. Not only did I list every celebrity mother, I was also able to name the usually more obscure father, hence Cash Warren. And I got the bonus right, I was able to name all of Angie and Brad's pack.

Watch out bitches! I might just start coming to random showers if these are the new wave of baby shower games.
And as an added bonus...the prize handed out was a candle named, "butt naked." I simply loved the name. I went home very satisfied.