Molly Moo Rocks the Boat

This weekend I actually got some shit done! I know, it’s extremely hard to believe, but I DID NOT go out this Friday, which gave me the ability to wake up before 9 a.m. on Saturday morning and run errands that I have been avoiding for the past 5 months. My dog even received a much-needed bathing at a local bath house for puppies. Sounds kinky, but it’s really not, I promise. She even got a new collar and a snazzy kerchief (or scarf, whatever) to wear about town. And I even bought myself, GASP, two new shirts for fall!!!! This coming from the girl who agonized about buying a 3 pound tube top on the streets of London for weeks! Truly, a step forward.

**I must interrupt this absolutely amazing posting (God, I am so FUCKING INTERESTING, I mean, I took my dog to the groomer! Seriously, I’m not joking. Please, contain yourselves, people!) with some breaking news. So far this weekend I have seen Harry Winkler, yes, the Fonz, on three, count ’em, three!!! prime-time TV shows this weekend. It’s the return of the Fonz, ehhhhh.**

In all of my errands, I picked up some pictures from the water camera we bought for the float trip. There were some good shots of Trent peeing in the woods and my lovehandles enjoying the day out on the water. Luckily, most of the pictures were taken before we realized we had accidentally taken the 8-mile route instead of the 4-mile and the beer ran out, so there are mostly smiles on film. I’m not posting them yet because there is still alot of Photoshopping left in order to remove the negative affects of a bikini from my butt. But I am posting Molly’s Baywatch shot. Because she is one hot, 8-nippled lady.