Posted by
Meg on Aug 12th, 2010 in
2010-8,
Lady Bits |
7 comments
“Hey come feel my boob!”
“What?!”
“There’s some kind of growth in it!”
(silence) “Um..no thanks. That’s…gross.”
I was standing topless, gazing in the bathroom mirror. Never one to do a breast self exam, I was busy playing with my ever-changing boobs as I had just dried up from an awful few months of breastfeeding. For the first time in my life, I had been the proud owner of some amazing...
Posted by
Meg on Jul 9th, 2010 in
2010-7,
Lady Bits |
10 comments
Last July I found myself in a state of panic in the Chicago O’Hare airport. I was delayed at the airport because President Obama was landing. While other people thought this was awesome, I was severely pissed because I was afraid I would miss some of the awesome parties at BlogHer09.
After changing my shirt, we set out for the first party. In my wandering, I ran into the lovely Erin who informed me that I MUST get...
Posted by
Meg on Jun 3rd, 2010 in
2010-6,
Lady Bits |
5 comments
Hot and steamy, oh I’ve done that. I’ve had those moments when I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. A friend’s bathroom on New Year’s Eve. A long car ride home from Mississippi. The campground shower. Those moments when the chemistry was so physically felt that it made me dizzy.
And while that typical definition of sultry falls under that “hot and steamy” category, there is something else out there...
Posted by
Meg on Apr 8th, 2010 in
2010-4,
Lady Bits |
4 comments
“They” say that you should do everything possible to keep the mystery in your relationship. Pee with the door shut. Keep your farts in. Wax your mustache when he’s not home. Psssh.
I ruined the mystery on our first date. We drove to Oklahoma City for a concert and I managed to get extremely intoxicated. On the way home I made a total fool of myself by insisting that I had to pee while we were...
Posted by
Meg on Mar 4th, 2010 in
2010-3,
Eclectic |
6 comments
I’m sitting in the coffee shop at a green laminate table. I drink my latte out of a green cup. I’m wearing a green shirt. And despite all of these coincidences, I still have a brain fart every time I try to find something “green” to write about.
I can’t talk about envy or green beer or even green panties. Mah bitchez have already stolen those from me.
I’m not exactly environmentally friendly, as...
