I went to a wedding last night and wore a pretty halter dress. I didn’t wear underwear with it because I have managed to tuck this particular dress into my underwear on two separate occasions.
I avoided tucking my dress, but I didn’t avoid the wind blowing it up so the 4 guys walking behind me could see my butt. I also didn’t avoid spilling water all over my chest.
So embarrassing. Sometimes I feel like if the personalities of Jess from New Girl and Bridget Jones reproduced, they would create me:
The future Mrs. Arthur Fonzarelli in 2010, post underwear tuck.
Yes, you may have to put a dollar in the “douche jar” for that one (love that show “New Girl”), but think of the thrill you gave those guys.
The thrill of laughter, the best kind
Second butt tale I have read by you. Can I rent a cheek to promote chrisdevoss.wordpress.com for a day? (Temporary tattoo of course.)
Of course, are you going to send the temporary tattoo.. or should I just get someone to write it with a marker?
Green Sharpie please. I should get a couple more followers from this…thanks.
there so should be a show about you – it would be a blockbuster
haha thank you
Hands up anyone who wishes they were there….
Men.
hoochie
hood rat hood rat hoochie mama
LOL. Isn’t life full of tradeoffs?
Love New Girl too. 
And this is why I love you.
well I had a true hot flush picturing that one I can tell you! I bet you looked wonderful even despite the wind “ala Monroe”.
haha, that wind was hitting on me.
lol
At least you bring joy to all who gaze upon you!
Haha thank you, I am flattered