Still Got It...
I just made my husband - of 13 gazillion years - blush. I don't mean a slight burn on the neck, y'all. I mean the deep purplish red that screams rapidly from the low neck all the way up through to the temples.
At the BREAKFAST TABLE. In front of our daughter.
There's no other way to put it, people. Momma may be old, crippled and graying at the temples, but she still has it.
To say that this brings me joy would be an understatement.
[What did I say? Nothing that an 8 year old couldn't hear...and laugh merrily along.]
For the record, Chachi was laughing right along with us.
At the BREAKFAST TABLE. In front of our daughter.
There's no other way to put it, people. Momma may be old, crippled and graying at the temples, but she still has it.
To say that this brings me joy would be an understatement.
[What did I say? Nothing that an 8 year old couldn't hear...and laugh merrily along.]
For the record, Chachi was laughing right along with us.
Labels: Family
posted by rennratt at 9:11 AM
6 Comments:
Excellent! You go girl.
Whatever it was...more power to ya!
You aren't going to tell us what it was??? Darn.
I missed seeing you mast night. Tiffoween was great.
Honestly, it wasn't really bad.
He's just PARTICULAR about weird things. REALLY PARTICULAR.
I told him that, in spite of being a big, solid guy, he tended to be quite the Friggin' Girl.
You're just going to leave us hanging?!?!?
Good for you for going after it!
Now I know what kind of date you were in high school.
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