I come bearing boobies.
My dear husband was looking over my shoulder at the pics I have on my blog here, and he said to me, "Oh, my God, you are SUCH a tease! You didn't put a single full shot of your boobs in there!" and I was like, "Noooo. Come on. How could I..." (scroll, scroll, scroll) "...Holy shit, you're right. No boobies."
He told me to rectify the situation, and he also told me that I should post some of the other ones that I had of me that I hadn't posted previously because I didn't know how easy it could be to do the same thing over and over again to a bunch of pictures.
So, for my friends, under the same picture album as before, I present to you...
My Hooters.
My dear husband was looking over my shoulder at the pics I have on my blog here, and he said to me, "Oh, my God, you are SUCH a tease! You didn't put a single full shot of your boobs in there!" and I was like, "Noooo. Come on. How could I..." (scroll, scroll, scroll) "...Holy shit, you're right. No boobies."
He told me to rectify the situation, and he also told me that I should post some of the other ones that I had of me that I hadn't posted previously because I didn't know how easy it could be to do the same thing over and over again to a bunch of pictures.
So, for my friends, under the same picture album as before, I present to you...
My Hooters.
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Concerning the former: So you're an optimist? Seriously though, it's not all bad. You certainly can't live your life to the fullest with one foot dangling in the grave. My birthday is on the thirteenth, and it falls on Friday every now and again, but it makes no nevermind. It almost always rains on my birthday. I think there has been two of my thirty birthdays when it didn't rain.
Oh, and your new pictures are lovely, by the way.
PS: My entertainment center set-up is very similar to yours. Weird.