Immensely Fucking Lucky

As if last post's exhibitionistic invitation to Hettie wasn't enough, here I am again apparently all-in to just destroy everyone reading this with envy. Yes, that invitation turned out as hot or probably hotter than any of you very welcome voyeurs might have imagined, but holy hell, do you know what was even better?

Four other absolute goddesses of my heart waiting with bated breath to hear how it went.

Nobody has this, you know? There are seven of us, and every single member of this bunch adores every other single member with an unfathomable shit-ton of absolute love.

What did I do to deserve it?

Let me tell you, it must have been something really goddamn good, because not only do I have this insanely wonderful life, I actually know to the bottom of my snarky little soul that I do deserve it.

I'm motherfucking amazing -- and I'm even luckier than I am astounding.

Somebody throw me the gob-smackingly biggest parade that's ever been thrown, why don't you?

I'll wave from a float and everything.

What say ...

... we ambush him, you and I? Just the two of us, when he least expects it.

Could be fun, don't you think?

Damn it. I guess I need to blog more often.

So I scrolled down the last couple of posts on this blog trying to figure out what to splatter out into the internet here today, and fuck, was that a mistake. What do you think I found at the third post back? (That's a rhetorical question, but if you desperately want to answer it instead of me just giving you the answer, go ahead and cheat by scrolling back yourself. I'll wait. Are you back? Did you take the lazy-ass route and just wait here for me to do all the work? Either way, let's get on with it.)

Yeah, that photo post. It was right there. Barely even had to nudge the scroller button on the mouse, and suddenly I'm staring at an old me, from fucking forever ago to be honest.

It's actually hard for me to believe it's less than two years since that photoshoot. And having pretty much zero buffer of other posts in between then and now -- I felt kind of slapped in the face by it. Seriously a goddamn shock.

So at the very least, I need to crank out enough posts to push that one off the main page to the next one and keep it from ambushing me again in the future.

Holy hell, I looked good in those pictures, though.

Right?