A turtle getting him some 'gator tail in the Everglades...
I hate when people refer to a woman's external sexual organ as her vagina. It's a vulva people, made up of her mons veneris, clitoral hood/clitoris, labia majora and labia minora. Vagina's are internal. You can't see more than the vaginal opening without a speculum(some medical problems aside). I don't think the paparazzi go around with gynecological equipment when they are taking pictures of celebrity crotches. Trying to be all smart and daring comes off better when the correct terminology is used.
So don't go telling anyone that you've had your vagina bedazzled(vajazzeled), it was just your mons veneris first denuded and then decorated with sparkles. I think your partner might complain about some genuine swarovski crystals glued into your vagina. Ouch.
In other news I pulled a real doozy on myself and ran the battery dead in my car. Apparently sitting in your car with the cd/radio blaring, headlights and fog lights on, charging your phone and the heater running for 40 minutes is a bad idea. Who knew?
The Kid recently told me that she's not ready to get old. I told her to join the club.
I've lost my new nose stud. I was washing my face and kerplop, right down the drain it went, so it's back to the ring for now.
The Big Girl picked out a beautiful dress for prom!
The house is clean
As much as I might like them to, 36DD bras are just not going to fit. When is Target going to start carrying 34F/34G bras?
I found the most awesome shoes for $18!!!!! No photo yet but trust me they are awesome and comfy.
I spilled tea down my shirt right between my boobs. So embarrassing as I dribbled shortly before I had to ask for a boost.
I, for the very first time ever last week, burned my hair and boar bristle brush with the blow dryer. I still have no idea how that happened.
There's plenty more random where this is coming from but my time is up so I'm outta here.
Oh wait, yesterday I heard an ad on the radio for electric cigarettes and was immediately stricken with the very strong desire to be holding one, or a real cigarette for that matter, in my hand. It was a minute or two before I could think of anything else. That urge just never really goes away does it?
Thought about it again today when popping a piece of gum into my mouth before I turned the key in the ignition(after the jump) and watching the lady in the car beside mine light up before turning the key in her ignition. Rituals are more than habits.