Before kids:
After kids:
And yes, the girls are pointing straight at a bottle of tequila. Can you blame them?
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ha ha ha!!! that just made my night girlfriend!
Enough tequila and it won't matter what they erm, point at
I found a way to restore my sweet potatoes to watermelons. Four words: Victoria's Secret Push-up Bra.
Hell no, my taters need a margarita too!
Dear Mrs Mullet,
you sure haven't lost your touch!! :)
You are too funny!!!! That is so true!
I'm pretty sure I just laughed out loud over that one. Hysterical!
Hubby's a hugger.
Which I like, until he asked if that was my nipple in his bellybutton. The boy barely escaped death. Sigh.
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