My husband has a thing about butt squeezing. Squeezing my butt in particular. He tried to explain this fascination to me a few nights ago.
Him: I just… it’s squeezable! Ya know?
Me: Yeah, I get it. It’s squishy.
Him: No, no, that’s good – it’s squeeezable!

Me: Like a new roll of toilet paper. [...]

I had a completely different post planned today. One not at all related to blogging. One that would make at least one pushy ass bitch proud.
And then? Someone crushed The Poppy.
Let me tell you a little about my relationship with Poppy. When she and I started our online “affiliation”, she didn’t [...]