Hi. My name is CBXB and I for sure may or may not have a pussy problem. But before I divulge, let me tell you how it all started…
A fiesta at work opened the weekend to a vast array of shenanigans on Friday afternoon.
Senorita and Senor Happy.
And the debauchery carried over to another amigo’s birthday party.
Picking the perfect birthday present.
I found myself waking up to darkness Saturday morning because I thought it would be a good idea to sleep in my prescription sunglasses.
Dazed. Confused. Blonde.
But rising in my sunnies proved ideal, as I simply rolled out of bed and trotted to the annual Tomato Festival in East Nashville.
Who doesn’t drink shots before noon on a Saturday?
WHO?!
Speaking of shots (caffeine that is), Princess B has decided that she will work at a Starbucks drive thru for her first job.
Your blueberry scone and coffee are ready.
While Prince B will most likely seek joining a band of pirates for employment when he’s old enough.
Cowboy with a little crossbones.
But regardless, this weekend the twins were all smiles because this big guy was up in Iowa for a visit…
Cheesers.
Back in Nashville, minus 4,027,971 brain cells from the weekend (and although still in deep mourning over the sudden loss of New Cat) this happened…
Um….hi.
I, uh….er….I’ll take them.
Three times the fucking charm?
Help. Me.
CBXB
