What? They’re just nostrils. Calm down.
Oh, you’re leaving?
For good, you say?
Bummer.
But, really, you shouldn’t be reading a naughty blog like this anyway, right?
Tsk, tsk …..
What? They’re just nostrils. Calm down.
Oh, you’re leaving?
For good, you say?
Bummer.
But, really, you shouldn’t be reading a naughty blog like this anyway, right?
Tsk, tsk …..
Crackie’s feeling saucy, pippa.
That’s as racy as it will ever get around here. Uhm …. I promise?
I want the watchers to go away.
Although I do enjoy the saucy photo.
As bad as you want to be, Trace. There is a degree of schadenfreude in their discomfort, no?
See, THAT’S what I thought Piper meant when she was talking about “the girls.”
Heheheheheh… You naughty temptress with your flared nostrils. This is from that backyard production of “Tommy” you did, right? 😉
You know, in my church we frown upon women who expose their nostrils in such a manner.
But I still can’t look away. 😉 (did I do that winky-smily thing right?)
I did! 😉
I am going to start sexting all of you now. Be prepared.
Hahahahahaha.
Cullen — Yes, I think so.
Lisa — I know. That’s what I thought when she asked that too. I was prepared to be, you know, all shocked.
NF — Hahahaha. I am the Acid Queen.
Well, that photo WOULD have made my morning, had my wife not walked by and questioned “who was that?” and “why was I not working?”…
Barking Spider — Hi! I got your email, but then I screwed something up and it went into some blacklist or something. I have a new email application — or whatever you call it — for the blog and I clicked on a wrong button. All that to say, I intend to send you the password, but let me figure out what I did. Or, if he wants and knows it, NF can send it to you. I have no problem with that. Sorry, I’m technologically hopeless!
JFH — Oh, noooooo! Tell her it’s a tiny bit racy for spiritual reasons!
I swear!
JFH – I love how your wife always seems to come by at these inopportune moments – like: no, no, I swear, this isn’t what it looks like – but how can I explain???
Nostrils will get them every time.
Brian – hm, I wonder why that hasn’t worked for me??
I must look into that.
Nostrils inflame lust, as we all know.
JFH — Really, what Sheila said. I mean, the ONLY time in five years of blogging I post a photo with a tiny big of cleavage, your WIFE walks by and probably thinks I’m slattern too!
I had ulterior motives for this posting, but that wasn’t one of ’em.
You’ve got wit, you’ve got nice nostrils–and they say God doesn’t give with both hands. Ha.
(“Tiny BIG of cleavage,” T? Freudian slip!)
Kate P — Oh, my gosh. SO embarrassed. I’m an ass. I could change it, but let’s leave it as an ode to my ass-iness. Gah.
See? I am being punished. I’m now in blog timeout.
Shhhhhh ……. can’t … see … me …….
I get sick and miss out on nostrils! I’m healed!
Oh, don’t be embarrassed–I kinda like it. Maybe “tiny-big” should become a catchphrase. As in, “That crazy customer threw a hissy fit because I gave her a tiny-big of foam on her coffee.”