Out of no where comes this:
"Would you look at my butt?"
Of course Michael and I cut our eyes at each other and say:
"Well, I think I'm gonna wear this pants tomorrow on the way home and I want to make sure my butt is not dirty."
I had the camera taking pictures of birds and family in my hand so Michael says:
"Well, let Mom take a picture of your butt and you can see if it is clean enough to wear those pants home."
what do you think??
I think she got the piece of grass off before she went in.
See it runs in the family. . .
It's hereditary. . . .
In the jeans . . . or is that genes? ? ?
Hope you kackled t'day!!! Does a body good!!