This morning M.C. Nugget and I got up, and jumped into the day. Last night we went to the Santa Monica Pier’s Twilight Concert to hear Trombone Shorty from New Orleans.
Somehow I managed to pose for this decent photo.
After a great evening with friends, I woke up this morning feeling pretty playful.
At about 10 AM, after I’d already unleashed a can of cool on Twitter and Facebook, and any other place that would listen, Nuggie announced he was off to the gym to get in a quick workout, among other things. This could have ruined my day. I love working out, but my schedule is totally WRECKED since my hormones finally kicked in, and I wasn’t sure if I could make a workout happen today.
When he first said he was going to the gym, I immediately said, “I would LOVE to workout!” I looked up and to the right and contemplated my day, when I realized I was inadvertently holding my breasts.
I don’t know what you are envisioning in this moment, but it’s not what you think.
It’s like my hands were just… on them while I thought about it.
I immediately realized what I was doing, and you guys, this is where it gets brilliant!
Without blinking an eye, I kept my hands where they were and kept my gaze up and to the right as I squeezed them just a little and said, “Let me consult the boobies.”
Admit it: Boobies could be considered a higher power in MANY situations.
Still… M.C. hasn’t been the same since.