I have been trying to figure out what the hell to blog about today and I’m at a loss.
I could post some more retro wedding pics, but despite the dated look, I still get depressed staring at my waist and boobs.
I loved my boobs. Pre-baby boobs. C-cups that were perky enough to go without a bra in a cute-ass tank top.
So, no retro-pics.
I could post some “here we are now” pics, but I’d just get depressed about the missing waist and the sad boob-like mounds of flesh. They are more like bombs now.
So, this blog is really not about anything. Sorry to waste your time. But I had to put something here….

“I’d just get depressed about the missing waist and the sad boob-like mounds of flesh. They are more like bombs now.”Um…they sure seemed to work for you in Reno! 😀
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Hey, bombs are people too. 😉
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Um…they sure seemed to work for you in Reno!Only because I spent lots of money on a really good bra.LOL
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um. what happened in reno?
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Must be something in the air. I was reduced to the weather.http://keziahhill.blogspot.com/2006/04/job-application.html
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Mel, as one who is fast approaching her mid-forties, I reserve the right to tell you: huh? You look fabulous, dahlink. (And although I know about Reno, I won’t tell.)
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Honey, what happens in Reno, stays in Reno…Now, who took those pictures?
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You can always puchase a new set of 36c’s….heehee. From what I saw on Fishdog’s recent picture you need not to worry!!!
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Oh Mel….honey you crack me up. Wait until they really sag and you’re looking at yourself in the mirror and you gasp, “OH GOD! They really do look like those granny cartoons!”Monica <–who's considered surgery, but what for? I'll just buy a good pushup bra. ROFL
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reno’s ass. that’s vegas.
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It’s not like i know who you are. If i did then i’ve seen you in person. Who cares what we have to say, we’re all more than likely fat slobs for having nothing better to do than read your post about nothing. So let’s see the wedding pictures.
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