Knee-length white skirt with pink stitching; pink polo with cap sleeves, pink leather thong sandals. No comments.
You guys know I’m taking it slow, but I couldn’t resist putting this one up and I’ll be around to visit everyone’s space in the next 24 hours or so.
Today I went to the fish fry which was held at a Methodist church across the river. The K’s invited me–they go every year and I think they realized I needed to get out of the house.
So we’re standing at the doorway of the chuch hall and I’m talking to the K’s four-year-old daughter, and I guess she got a glimpse of the ring in my navel. Well, she reaches out her hand and yanks up my shirt exclaiming, "whatcha got there?" essentially flashing my bra to all the lovely church goers eating their fried fish. I. About. Died. My face still may be red.
But the fish was really good. And so were the hush puppies. And the beans. And the cake. Hell, it was all good, and I’m about to pop.
Enjoy this special weekend.
PS: Someone got the name game right. I won’t say exactly who, but I’ll say that he has a tail:)