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Weather: 79 at sunset
Drinks: Whites - any kind you like



Wanna know what's shivering my timbers these days? You, know, getting me all juicy, and slippy slidey between the knees? Besides the Good Morning Boner I got yesterday??



This bad boy:

Ooooh gawd come to Mama! It may just be all I could handle, and then some. Or maybe the answer to trying to go for a walk and hefting a 25 lb Angelfish in a sling while pushing 60 lbs of toddler in a double stroller. . . .plus my fat ass. I'm just saying.

So if any one's feeling exceptionally giving I can tell you where to order it and the address to send it. Cuz I'm helpful like that.

Or . . . . .as I found out today, after making several calls and finally finding a place that does it, I could spend just about as much cash on ONE laser tattoo removal treatment. Yeah. ONE.

You see, I have that Mexico trip in November, and a horribly half removed tattoo on my back that I *REALLY* don't want to sport on the beach (unless, of course, it would be a visual deterrent from my dimply ass. . .) if at all possible, and was trying to see if I could get it gone before then. Last I knew, the laser removal treatments I got prior to getting pregnant with Angelfish ran just over $100. This is over twice that much. Jeebuz and Lordy. Oh yeah, and the tech estimated it would take me about 5 - 7 triple wide jogging strollers to get my tattoo completely removed.

So we're rethinking that option. Maybe a nice cover-up tat would do nicely. Or a nice cover-up sarong skirt. Point being, I barely have enough extra cash to splurge on Dreft versus Purex let alone Sugar Daddy style laser treatments.

And I think my Save The Mustache! campaign is gaining momentum. My new boss gave me some pointers on how to implement the plan. And it does involve you, in a way. See, I've been hoarding a dream about going to the Preeclampsia Foundation Annual Gala in Chicago this fall, and actually, for real, made my reservations this week! And, with Galas always comes fund raising. Don't worry, I won't pimp you yet, that is for another post, but keep it in mind. I nearly lost my life and my babies to this disease, so no one's more motivated than me to get support and information flowing. Stay tuned.

And finally, if one more person in my office comments on how horrible my sunburn looks, I will have the kill them with my letter opener. Even my explanations of being a redhead and this is just my natural summer color yield, "Well it sure looks painful!". Really? Fuck you. Did you not just hear me? It's my skin and no, it doesn't HURT. Because. I'm. Not. Fucking. Sunburned. You. Retard!

Whew. I'm going to go play some sand volleyball down on the beach . . grab your drink and join me.