It’s Mother’s Day, so my friendie and I wished each other a Happy Tight Vagina Day, because neither of us have used that hole as an exit. P-LENT-Y of entrance, but no exit.
Welcome back, Me!
I know, with that kind of an opener, maybe you’re wishing I had stayed MIA a bit longer.
Too bad, baby! I’m back! But who knows for how long or if we’re going to go on another unplanned extended hiatus.
I don’t know why I haven’t been here. It’s my form of public journaling, which kinda makes me an exhibitionist, except with words instead of nakey pictures and for that, Reader, you’re welcome.
I did spend a moment today looking at my freshly showered and still naked self in my full length mirror and I deemed myself just fucking fine. Because I am fine, no matter what this body looks like. Makes no matter. I’m fucking fine. Because I’m more than any dumb scar or fat blob or bowlegged-ness or freckles or wayward hairs.
So yeah. I’m sitting over at Chez Bang Bang and feeling pretty cocky about myself on this Mother’s Day 2022.
My Mister and I have been racking our brains to find a good enough reason to buy a whole Dairy Queen cake and eat it, and today was that occasion. Since we plan on eating the entire cake between the two of us – no share-sies – we of course had it personalized with a very special message to us:
“Fattie” happens to be whomever is eating this cake.
The poor teen at DQ didn’t even want to write our message on the post-it, she insisted I do it. She said, ‘I can’t even write that down, are you sure??”
Yep, Youngster. We’re sure. Because we don’t give any fucks and it made us laugh the whole way home AND while we cut two giant wedges to shove down our cakeholes.
She came back with it and said, “I had them use pink icing to make the message .. prettier.”
And guess what? We DID ENJOY that cake. Just like the message directed.
So here’s your blog. Enjoy, Fattie!
Maybe I’ll be back sooner rather than later. I know, I know – you can only hope.