Yes. I missed a blog. Busy writing Bubba. My mind is all a-bubba. That's a new word. She's all a-bubba. He's a-bubba. They're a-bubba. You don't even need to change the ending unless you feel like it. They went a-bubbaing. I shouldn't write blogs when I'm tired.
Recently my daughter invented a new game. Balloon tag. The one who has the balloon is it, chases everyone around trying to tag them and screaming frantically.
HIM, the man to whom I'm married, decided to hide the balloon. Don't fret, however, I took pictures. Then I got carried away.
That's what I call a badonkadonk. I'm going to look that up and see if I'm spelling it correctly. But then I got ahold of my bamboo pad and things went downhill from there.
I once had a trainer tell me she used to have a "shelf" ass and she could park a coke can on it. It's one of those things that I will never forget. (I was skeptical of her once voluptuous figure and the shelfiness of her buttocks.) Anyway.
Someone, somewhere is going to tell me that I'm being mean to HIM. It wasn't my fault that he let me take a picture knowing what I was going to do with it. I went around saying, "The hunch butt of Notre Dame," and giggling for the next hour or so. It was a clue.
But hey, earlier in the week a squirrel was chewing on the siding of our house and HIM went out with his BB gun and attempted squirrel-a-cide. I, of course, saw the humor in the situation and felt compelled to take a picture. But then once I took the picture I also had to caption it.
Okay, I'll stop before it's too late. Please notice in the last photo his actual butt is shown and he doesn't have a real badonkadonk. Just sayin'.
1 comment:
I am selfishly glad that you missed a blog due to all the Bubba-ing..........more Bubba soon please!
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