It's a Fly-By

Last night while folding laundry, I lost one of my fantabulous pornstar nails, then this morning most of my throbbity toenail finally came off.

Is it moulting season already?

I had to do some minor surgery with office scissors, one corner of it is still hanging on for dear life. I saved it, not sure if I'll send it to the Cutie Patootie through inner office mail or just have it bronzed. 

The pornstar nail was saved with a Loctite intervention.

~*~

Have ya'll seen Miley Cyrus' new video? 

*cough*

I'm not going to pick on the child, lawd knows she's not been on this earth long enough to realize what the flippen hell she's doing to herself, but I can't watch the latest production without thinking of this:








Maybe she's not distanced herself from her rural raisin's as much as she thinks.

They all go through this stage, the youngin's who learn to strut their stuff for public consumption at a young age. It's the "I'm gonna be a grown up and show you my Hoo-Ha.. and I have BEWBIES!!!!" phase.

Bless her heart. That's all I'm sayin'.

Anywho...

I've been pulling some O.T. this week and working my can off, so I'll have to keep this short and sweet. We'll get caught up over the weekend. Pinkie swear.

Later Taters!