I know, I know, I’m sick. My sense of humor is just a TAD bit demented. My mom was born and raised in Iowa, so can you blame me? I think not…blame the grandparents maybe.
Since my little visit to the doctor’s office, Tiffany and I have been ever so busy with cracking butt jokes. She had me in tears of laughter this morning. So much and so loud was I laughing that I woke Tom up out of his sleep.
And don’t say GM anymore for Good Morning…it now stands for Gluteous Maximus in our world. (I’m only letting you in for a sneak peek of our world by the way, not the whole exhibit…that’s closed to the public…and for good reason…ya’ll wouldn’t get it!)
I also have a new name…Sweet Cheeks. Talking about my Sugared Donut got Tiffany thinking for sure. And ya’ll know I got up at the butt crack of dawn just to hear all this from her…I’m telling you…tears before 5 a.m. is always a good thing…Martha said!
Got Donuts? We just can’t seem to get enough of them for some reason. If you have a MySpace that I’m aware of, be on the lookout for some Day Old Donuts! We aren’t talking Dunkin’ Donuts either! Everyone should have a batch of donuts by the time I’m done.
Yep, everyone should have as much fun as we do. You can bet my sweet cheeks I am having a blast! Thanks Tiff for my early morning giggles. I look forward to many more Shugah!!