Boobage and Undies
“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!
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