Mood:  cheeky

Do you ever notice how there’s always somebody in the group that can’t hear? It’s almost always me saying “Elvis in a Winnebago….what?” and someone saying slowly and loudly, as if to a short bus rider, “Spin-ach and to-ma-to”. Damn my loud rock music! Could you turn it up please?

Anywho, was at a huge party in NM this weekend. Wii. Mango margaritas. Hot tubbing. Amazing food and peeps. Pretty soon a whole gaggle of us were yacking about tattoos and comparing ink.

One gal was upset that her step daughter had gotten a tattoo. I told her it’s no big dealio—just a small black dandelion—it’s the giant ones that they pick off walls you have to worry about. The ones they regret by 26 or so and are stuck with. Like the chicks who are going to be 60 someday with ‘Warrant’ tramp stamped across their lower back or better yet, ‘Sex Kitten’. Explain that to the grandchildren!

So later in the conversation, we were talking about hookers (I know! It was hilarious crazy drunky convo) and Moira says jokingly “Oh yeah and they all came from the 'Sex Kitten' Ranch!” and I was all shades of  “The Mexican Ranch? What?”

Boom-Boom-Tish! She’ll be here allllll week folks!