“If you are a dreamer,come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hoper, a prayer, a magic-bean-buyer. If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!” ~Shel Silverstein
I know I blog a lot about my little itty bitty titties. I know. I KNOW. I will be honest with you that it has become my obsession. Not so much the size, although I am often amazed at how tiny they are these days, but I am ashamed of how much they sag. I call them my little aborigine titties. Which I am sure is politically incorrect, but they are very National Geographic. And Heather says she loves the little guys (and who wouldn't because you can move them just about anywhere). But...it's about time to get a plastic surgery consult for a lift. I dont care or need them to be bigger. I just want them away from my belly button.
When I wear certain sports bras, they are almost none existant.
I would like to share with you my new shirt courtesy of Heather.
I love it. I am wearing it to Zumba in just few minutes. If you look close enough, you can actually see my port baby. Its that thing sticking out from below the swoosh.
I am a chronic make-believer. I amuse myself. I break out in random song at least 6 times an hour. I am me. I was banded on 1/27/2009. I have named my band Tina...she's a saucy minx! I look better tan. I am a mermaid. I believe you should give more than you take, laugh more than you cry, and eat cheetos when the urge arises. I have always been a dreamer. Life is unpredictable and I realize everyday how lucky I am. I think you should walk with your head up, shoulders back, look people in the eye, smile, have a good handshake, and be honest. I love cold sheets, colder air conditioning, swimming, my family, my dog, and my girl. I am in love with the most beautiful person in the world.