Yesterday Lucas decided to show the neighbors my "boo boo's" and without the slightest warning whipped up my shirt to expose my flabby, stretch mark-y, blindingly white belly - which has hardly noticeable scars. Yeah. The neighbors didn't see scars because they were hard to see past the aforementioned albino belly.
It was a great feeling of humiliation. I promptly pulled my shirt down and through gritted teeth and smiling (FAKE) lips told Lucas to leave my shirt down. The neighbors turned away quickly as if they had just seen some monstrously hairy plumbers crack.
Good times.
I can't wait to whip up my shirt and show his first wide eyed girlfriend my scars in 11 or so years. I'll just use a fake case of alcoholism as an excuse. . . .
6 days ago
Once again, another priceless memory is made. Traci
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