DRY Ink

Have you seen this?

Or better yet heard it?

(You totally have to hear Eraser too.)

I wish BNL were jelly so I could spread them all over my body and roll around with them.

*This post is dedicated to Reva, for oh so many reasons.

Holy crap! I’m famous.

Pssst, hi Bossy readers. Thanks for stopping by.

Sorry to go all quiet on y’all, but the truth is I almost didn’t survive Spring Break. Just when I thought I’d loose my mind, Jeff whisked me off for a weekend of shopping and hot naked sex in the Big Easy. Man I love that city and that man. They both always seemed to know just what I need.

Last night as we were wandering around the French Quarter, I expressed some concern about possibly getting separated and only having a dollar bill, lip gloss and an ID on my person. He promptly spun me around, pointed to the street sign and strongly suggested I follow it down to the Harrah’s casino at which point I was to hope that being a regular tithe payer was enough for God to smile on me and turn my dollar into enough money to get safely back home. See why I love that man?

This morning, while sitting on a bench, we actually watched the Quarter wake up and come to life. At 10 am. It was beautiful. See why I love that city?

Tomorrow I will return to NOLA to met up with Bossy AND BRING HER HOME. TO MY HOUSE.

I know you want my life. You can hate me if you want to. I understand.

Tomorrow, at zero dark thirty, I leave on a jet plane for the land of Utards. Friday night I will engage in a slumber party of epic proportions with her and her. Annnnnd I promised Jeff we would have a pillow fight in our nighties.

Sooo, if you need me I’ll be practicing my left handed pillow slam.

It’s Friday.

Today is the day that my new blurb book AND Mandi arrive.

Life just does not get any better than this.

Squeeee!