Sweet.
Today I have on a cardigan with a short sleeved shirt underneath. Well, since I've been hotter than a two-peckerd billy goat all morning, I took off my cardigan. I just realized now, that the account person who, when I raised my arms to stretch, must have got an eye full of some serious stubble pit will probably share that information. I know I would.
AWESOME. It gives me such a warm fuzzy feeling (pun intented) knowing that I could quite possibly be known as Stubble Pits to every account person in the metro area from here on out.
Whatever, I'll just blame it on the baby.
posted by Kerri Keberly @ 3:08 PM
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4 Comments:
I think that after the birth you should eat the placenta...publicly, then you won't have to worry about the possibility of being called, "Stubble Pits" anymore.
btw, email me your address, I want to send you a gift.
there you go. i heard placenta tastes like chicken anyway.
yeah...i think i'd rather be known as "stubble pits" over "fucking disgusting" any day.
re: gift. seriously? cause i can only imagine what it would be. utensils for the placenta feast, perhaps?
sexy sexy
hi hanmee, where did your blog go?
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