No. Really. No “May Flowers.”
Did you all truly think I was kidding last week?
Here’s your “May Flower.” Deal with it.
I am too delirious right now to comprise a post. Do you want suckage…or would you rather have me back, fully rested and raring to go?
Yes, that’s what I thought. So um, in the meantime…hope all you Momsicles out there had a Happy Mother’s Day. I personally got $100 in DSW gift certificates which is the retail equivalent of 5 orgasms. So, happy shoe shopping for me. Got PJ’s. Got jewelry. Got candles. Got flowers. (yes, I could have taken a photo of those for “May Flowers” and been perfectly safe in doing so. So what? I just thought of that just now…and NOW, I am pressed for time. Fuck it.) Got Glee CD’s and DVD’s. Got gift certificates for Ross. Got a big damn fat assed cake.
Most of all, I got laid. Awesomely, supremely laid. The Hotband busted out some moves, circa us…1999. Threw down the PIPE, dudes. Rocked it out. Word! And that is what got me into this whole “Mother’s Day” mess in the first place…so I suppose there is some poetic justice in that.
Just would have been nice to have had some new shoes up on his shoulders.
Ah well, that’s what next weekend is for.
Overall, a nice weekend that included my baby boy, my big girl, my son in law, and my grandbabies. Truthfully, what more could a girl want?
Well, shoes…but again, that’s what next weekend is for. Oh, and another Israeli missile lodged in my bunker of love. And THAT, is what right now is for…which is why you got this lame ass post.
I do have priorities you know.
Peace, Bitches. xoxo