A post of mish mosh history with future gazing including visuals
Spring Crawfish Festival, back in the spring (April). Ah come on people let’s just face it some people are not meant to wear this type of clothing. This woman, as she appeared to be every bit of 35+, was over tanned and trying to look young by showing way, way too much butt cleavage. I won’t even mention her muffin top nor the fact that she needed a Brazilian on the opposite side. Nope not gonna bring it up not even a little like the way my lunch was in the back of my throat. Please my dear internets don’t let this be you, even if she were 20 that would be just too much of her private business hanging out. Don’t you think so?
This is my baby girl pealing and trying her fist crawdad, mudbug, crayfish, poor man’s lobster. She thought it was “okay”. Beloved likes them and me, eh they are…okay so I don’t like ‘em and besides who wants to work that hard for a ¼ teaspoon worth of meat not to mention head suckers. Eww! Can you feel me?
Where’s the crystal ball? Ah who needs one? So I have signed up baby girl for a drawing class over at the college, she likes drawing and is not too bad at it. But because she is 17 (a minor) I must take the class with her. Well it’s not real expensive and it would be a good mother daughter thing to do, so I’m gonna do it. Even though I cannot draw so good. Duh, you may say, that is the whole point of taking a class. I admit I’m looking forward to it after all I may pick up more than an eraser. Who knows I may even show you. What do you think about doing something you don’t normally do to help encourage your child