Alright folks. So I have been literally tagged a bunch of times. For lots of different things. Most of which I have forgotten because my funky notebook is either lost or someone stole it. I'm going to say it was stolen because it was SUPER cute and handmade and yeah. Bummer.
So the most recent one was Rebel Mel's challenge about posting what is in your purse. Now those of you who are familiar with these here parts may remember that I recently did this. Post purse pics, that is. Of course you do. Because that was the same post that we talked about vasectomies. Really- how could your forget?
I can't do the same thing TWICE so what I"m going to post is my concert purse. I will tell you I have upgraded and I hate this purse. But I'm on the search for a rad ass black CANVAS purse. "Why canvas, Sara?" So I can put my flair up on there lambwhores and goatsluts!So that's my concert purse. It holds a lot and the strap is long enough to wear it across my chest. I collect buttons and I'm sad that a bunch of them just fall off. But my "Just say no" and my "word to yo mother" ones are rusted. So they go nowhere. :) But literally- my concert purses are for concerts only. If you are at concert and wonder if I'm there- look for the purse.
I was also tagged from Spirit Phoenix to do the photo tag thing. But I already did that too. So instead of doing the same post TWICE (again) I'm going to share pictures of me. In my younger toddler years. Be warned- I was damn fucking adorable. (And I've shared others here and here but what the hell- here are more.)
Me, I think I am about 3 here. Aren't I fucking cute?? I remember this outfit vividly. I thought I was a sailor, and it zipped all the way up the front. It was the first and only time I have ever gotten skin stuck in a zipper. So everytime I am putting my kids' outfits on I'm always saying "suck it in!!" because zipping up belly skin is ouchy.OK- this is my brother's first birthday party and so I had to be 2ish. I have LOTS of memories of that huge white chair. First off, it was like plastic/vinyl or something because in Florida it was so hot and I remember getting stuck. I remember sitting in the chair with my brother and we were always dropping Cherrios in the sides. Behind us is our bird cage. Those birds died in the fire I think. I am holding my BELOVED Furfy. She was a smurfette and I still have her. She still stinks. But she's full of awesome. I used to twirl her hair in my palm to fall asleep. And we always had matching pigtails.
Yay!! So there is a little piece of history of your lambwhore/goatslut leader. Tomorrow I'm going to post about almost having six heart attacks in one night, cardboard, and Robert.
But to end this- here's a random question for ya.
If you had to name the least erotic part of the human body, what would it be? Armpits. Definitely armpits. They are so gross.