Though he's only commented a few times, Big Daddy reads most of the posts I publish on my blog. This is normally not an issue, though it does put a kink in things when I want to write about my boyfriend. But I don't see him very often anymore, so for the most part ... no problem.
KIDDING!
Anyway, when he visited yesterday, he noticed the new look of the blog ... ya know, with the chick lounging on the couch with her laptop ... probably ignoring her kids ... and watching the Dr. Phil Show ... and then Oprah ...
Oh wait ... and eating bon bon's.
That's right.
Big Daddy Says To Me:
"Wow, that looks just like you. NICE RACK!"
Uuuummmm, yeeeeah.
Why do those words not surprise me?
I personally thought NICE BUTT ... but, who am I and what do I know?
