What cracks me up is the number of you who wanted to see me posed like the pin-up. I almost went that far with the photo but pulled back for fear of the lingering whispers that would make my ears ring. And then you all go and ask for it. I love you guys!

“Have you seen that Bookish Girl (*notice here that I am no longer referred to as THE but as THAT*), she showed her Ta-taas to the internet.” CynCyn referred to them as my ta-taas, which has brought me an embarrassing amount of laughter. No worries, my inner child is alive and well.)

My imagination then takes me crying out to an empty Internet - but isn’t me in my undies enough?! Yes, that’s me in my undies, a picture taken by my sweet hubby on our honeymoon, Undies given to me by my girl Marne on my wedding day. The picture was taken in a moment of hilarity and when I asked hub many months later to make me a header this is the one that he dug out. Except I believe the first one he mocked up had the boobage in it. Not exposed, mind you. I am a good Catholic girl and he is a good Southern Boy (yes, he is THAT Southern Boy.)

Actually, I didn’t want him to take the picture. We were getting dressed for dinner, I had the undies on, he thought it was great. I relented using my hands to hide the good stuff, the photo was snapped. I almost erased it. The fates took hand and the rest is, as they say, history.

TMI? You can’t tell me there aren’t embarrassing half-naked photos of you all there?! I know my readers. Come on! Spill it!

I’ll be back later with TTTT in its full glory. First I have to figure out how to not screw up an increase over and over and over and over again! Oh and my Idiosyncrasies! I still have to write up those!