Nooooo… Definitely devilish.
Her lips, her breath up against my skin…
…Spread her wings and take my body in…
~ from Putting My Misery On Display, sung by Gary Allan
(whose voice… mmmmm… *shiver*)
Nope, I’m not talking about that frightening moment when you tear through the convenience store like a hormonal lunatic on a chocolate fix, desperate to purchase any pregnancy test kit you can get your hands on.
But I *am* late.
Not ‘late’ as in OhmyGodIthinkI’mpregnant!!!! late. (Though I was just chatting with Monkey about the fact that our blogs both seem to be on their periods. *snort*)
Nope.
As it turns out, I’m late for something else entirely. Something much more fun than a midnight run for little white sticks than turn pink when you pee.
Though what I’m late for *does* involve variations on the shade of pink…
In the form of pink nipples. 😀
Apparently, yesterday was Boob Day. And I missed it.
Sooooo…
Better late than never! 😀
Feverish versions of Jane, Velma, and Cyndy are just a click away.
Just follow the links!
Happy Boob Day, my friends. Even if it *is* a day late. 🙂
After pouncing on my Smotch (who had previously been snarfling under the blankets) to wake him up, I meandered toward the master bath with every intention of jumping into the shower to clean my naughty bits. (Not that I wouldn’t soap up other things as well… It’s just that the naughty bits are the most fun to clean. 😛 ) But I got sidetracked with the de-furring process (I’m a Wookie, people; it’s ridiculous), which means I was standing naked in front of a mirror with a semi-sharp object (tweezers) while this scene unfolded:
