In case you didn't know, November is my birthday month. (Holla, Scorpios!) Anyway, this isn't about it. Well, a third of it is about me. Because Becca, Carrie, & I are hosting a Holiday Gift Guide for all of our loyal readers. There will TONS of prizes, people. TONS.
See. We are button official.
I've been a really, really bad blog friend. (And an equally bad blogger.) Last month, my Middle Man left the state to live with his biological father. But that's a gut wrenching convo to be had at another time. I have a doctor's appointment in a couple hours and don't want to go with post-cry eyes.
I miss him.
What else can I talk about? Oh. Mr. Boobies had to leave last week & was gone for a few days. This is the advice he gives me:
(He's the white, I'm the blue.)
For the record, I didn't follow any of his rules. The Boss was left second in command. He's five, so that worked out well. He slept on Mr. B's side of the bed, you know..."in case a robber" were to come. He also said ice cream was acceptable for dinner. Who was I to argue? He IS The Boss.
Did I tell you that Teenie Queenie (who will be 16 in less than two months) pierced her own nose, without permission, in the privacy of her super sterile bedroom? Yep.
When she wears the teeeeeny tiny diamond stud, I can deal. But often times, she insists on this big ass hoop. I don't like it. On the other hand, she's so gorgeous she makes it work. That's my girl. Beautifully defiant.
P.S. I sell Scentsy. Would love for you to support my shoe habit. Feel free to follow my blog, social media and pimp me out to your friends. <------------shameless br="br" plug.="plug.">------------shameless>
That's all I've got for now. Don't break up with me! I love my Boobie Chasers!