Like Mother Like daughter

Beanz and Bou come from a long line of stylish women...



...........Auntie Lis......&.....Mama Baby.......




...................Gran'mare was ~HOT~

(actually...reallly, really hot...I sweated like a pig in that costume)

Crying Over Spilt Milk

The cup's broke
The furniture's soaked
And to cross the floor
I needed a boat

What the ferhekkon!?!
You want to know
O.k. then
I'll tell you so

"The Girls" each fed their baby
as quiet as could be
So Gran'mare stole a moment
To sit down & pee

I've reached an all time low....

I am sitting here in front of you.... my head hung down in shame.....special sauce, lettuce, cheese in the corners of my mouth. Cold fries to the left of me, greasy bag o the right and the last bite of a once juicy, flame, broiled burger in my hand. That last evil bite that will push me over the edge of satisfaction and morph me into a grotesque, Jabba the Hut like blob of coagulating arteries. Knowing this, I still pop it in my mouth .......BURP! ...sorry.

And yet...this is not the lowest of my low. Oh no. I have sunk low...ohhh...so low. So low I would be crawling on my belly if I were not feeling so damned bloated. But I digest.

Bear with me now. As I unleash the horror that has my heart heavy, my head hung in shame and nearly resting on my...burp!...now flatulent belly.

.....read the rest of my story here
http://tinyurl.com/62jmt2