See? I told ya! Humina humina. If I could figure out how to get this image made into a poster, I'd tack it up onto my wall like some kind of boy-crazy teenage girl. Come to think of it, methinks I have become some kind of man-crazy non-teenage woman! Is that so wrong?
I have visions of myself sitting in my chair at a lovely assisted living facility with my lipstick drawn up to my nostrils and my boobs in my shoes, all the while lusting after the "little hotties" that bring me my strained peas. This, of course, will be after I've given up riding my Harley with my 40-something boyfriend named Brad. I wonder if I'll get any stitching done then?
So bear with me, and I promise to get back to it. I'm thinking that it's just something in the air and all will be well again soon.I mean, come on. How could you NOT?