Yesterday I picked the boys up from school wearing what I thought was a pretty sassy outfit: black leg warmers over black leggings, ankle boots, those little boot covers with the pom-pom cat-toy ties, and a rock t-shirt.
It was very cute and not quite as pre-teen as it sounds. Anyway, Shawna was like, “What’s up with the Flashdance look?”
I replied, “Hanging out with 20 year-old pole dancers affects what I think is appropriate attire.”
“Careful now! We have a 20 year-old in our presence.” she cautioned, nodding to a fellow mom.
Whatever. That woman was like, twenty-eight. I’m talking twenty-zero.
Nina, AKA the Norwegian Nanny is launching a photography business with boudoir being one of her areas of expertise.
She wanted to know if she could use my VRBO which happens to have the best natural light, ever.
Need she ask?
As you can see, hanging out with twenty-somethings isn’t all bad. As a matter of fact, it rules.
Naturally I stuck around to “style” the shoot (aka, adjust Lashes’ g-string and expose more of Kimber’s cleve).
I just want all my hot GF’s to know that I am 100 percent here for them.
In other news, That Fucking Cat’s toilet training is going well. I moved it up onto the toilet and, aside from it being convenient for her to shred toilet paper while she poops, it’s going well.
Minion isn’t too thrilled about having to share the toilet with the cat. Moneypenny is more on-board since she cited having a kitten around as one of the perks of this job.
No crap to cut today. I’m too busy “helping” the Norwegian Nanny with her shoot.
And by helping, I mean completely lezzing out with my camera phone.