Who knew that cleaning the bathroom sink could produce such a lovely study in water design?
Please no cracks about my personal hygiene. I'm a modern miracle of a woman - I work hard and play hard. Sometimes things happen but I eventually clean them up. Blogging one minute, Netflixing the next - I'm telling you, I might as well be making my own lard-based soap and churning butter. My filth is hard-earned and I'll not have it mocked.
See here, I'm practically a housedress-with-apron-wearing farmer's wife with the produce I've been harvesting lately:
And no, the 'My garden!' photos will not end until a certain Mr. Jack Frost shows up mid-October and kills everything.
Now then, if you've read this far, you deserve a treat. My pals, Jen and Maria, visited this past weekend from San Francisco. As usual, a good time was had by all.
Jen is a woman made entirely of muscle who eats five desserts per sitting and is an avid student of contortionism. She'll say things like, "My Mongolian says that I should ... " I mean, really, shouldn't everyone have a Mongolian? Jen is pictured at left, sniffing the hell out of a pine tree branch while picking out my Xmas tree last December. I can assure you, her joy is intense and her cackle, quite real.
So, when she began to pack for the trip home Sunday evening, I couldn't help but notice her adorable tiny bra. Just for shits and giggles, I put my Gigantor Tit Sling above it and called it high entertainment. We shat, we giggled, we marveled at our physical differences.
And really, isn't that what friendship is all about?