It's my birthday
On Sunday.
I will be 32. How do you like that?
I think I shall prove how fantastic a 32-year-old mother of three kids 8 and under can look by posing for classy pics of me in the "outfit" Brent got me from VS and then posting them here........ maybe not, but maybe, if I'm under the influence of something or other. One never knows.
Private classy photos (destined to be discovered by children at some point, of course) will most definitely be taken when the bloating that plagues me one half of the month retreats and the desire to shave my legs returns.
I can FEEL Brent cringing at this post instead of feeling all studly. :-(
Anyway, I'd much rather have discovered pictures of my mother in gorgeous, expensive lingerie, not really showing anything but an hourglass figure, pretty cleavage and, my personal favorite, freckled buns, than the horrors that awaited me and my siblings on night as we snooped in mom and dad's room and found.........THE video tape, then watched it.
We have all been scarred for life: seriously: emotionally and sexually scarred.
My advice to all of you: if there is a chance ANY child you know could EVER come into contact with such a tape, don't fucking do it (no pun intended.) It always turns out bad
It's burned into my memory. I'm serious.
Ha! This started out as a post about my birthday and turned into a therapy session. ;-)
I will be 32. How do you like that?
I think I shall prove how fantastic a 32-year-old mother of three kids 8 and under can look by posing for classy pics of me in the "outfit" Brent got me from VS and then posting them here........ maybe not, but maybe, if I'm under the influence of something or other. One never knows.
Private classy photos (destined to be discovered by children at some point, of course) will most definitely be taken when the bloating that plagues me one half of the month retreats and the desire to shave my legs returns.
I can FEEL Brent cringing at this post instead of feeling all studly. :-(
Anyway, I'd much rather have discovered pictures of my mother in gorgeous, expensive lingerie, not really showing anything but an hourglass figure, pretty cleavage and, my personal favorite, freckled buns, than the horrors that awaited me and my siblings on night as we snooped in mom and dad's room and found.........THE video tape, then watched it.
We have all been scarred for life: seriously: emotionally and sexually scarred.
My advice to all of you: if there is a chance ANY child you know could EVER come into contact with such a tape, don't fucking do it (no pun intended.) It always turns out bad
It's burned into my memory. I'm serious.
Ha! This started out as a post about my birthday and turned into a therapy session. ;-)