I should be doing housework, but I’ve learned something: housework always needs to be done. Always.
I have a husband who works construction, a cat, and three dogs. My house is old. I live at the end of a gravel road. In Iowa. There is never a moment when I can say, “My house is clean,” because there’s never any such moment. My house will never be clean.
But I! I can most definitely be tan.
(Yes, it’s difficult to take your own picture.)
ooooooh…a butt shot…LOL
Yeah, and one of the gay boys was the only one to mention it! I’m crushed.
😉
You look skinny. I’m crushed. Mush. Butt. Good.
I need your tanning oil recipe. I’m white. And bumpy. and ALMOST 35!
I’m THIRTY-SIX. I have no idea how this happened. And I’m actually not skinny, I just keep my fat on the front. Snort! My tanning oil recipe is as follows:
1. Get in vehicle.
2. Drive to Walmart.
3. Buy bottle of spray-on suntan oil.
4. Drive home.
5. Remove clothing.
6. Douse self liberally.
7. Lie in direct sunlight.