I do exist, I dooo...
Sorry, all. Life has been, yep, busy. Although I feel like that is a ridiculous excuse- as if I am the only busy person in the world, and everyone else who blogs isn't busy at all. Maybe everyone else is just better at blogging than I am. More...diligent, or something.
Anyway. We're all alive and well. Jobs are good, Monkey is good (wow, he's really good at being a Montana boy...he's ridden a horse, wants to be outside as much as possible, wants to be a cowboy, loves riding the four wheeler with his Papa...), and it's nice to be back with so many old friends.
Alright. I will talk about what I really want to talk about. Last night. My BFF had a little party at her house. But not just any party. A Pure Romance party.
Are you familiar with Pure Romance? For those of you who aren't, it's a company that sells...um..."sexy" items...in a Pampered Chef kinda way. You have a party, you invite your friends, the lady comes with all her fun merchandise and you gather around it and ooh and ahh. Although in this case there is a LOT more giggling and dirty joking. Especially in my crowd. :) But it's fun. And not all of it is dirty- they have lotion and body wash and lipgloss and massage oil and toys and lingerie and things I don't know what they do or why...
The best part? I went with my mother. MY MOTHER. I realize that for some people in the world, that sounds like torture. And I won't lie, there were moments I glanced over and poor Mom was holding something looking at it like, "WHAT IS THIS!?" and I thought, oooh, boy, what have I done!? But guess what? Mom. Had. A. BLAST. Because here's the thing: so maybe Mom isn't that kinky (neither am I, just to be clear), but it was a night out for her. It was something different. Usually she sits at home and reads her book. Which is fine, there's nothing wrong with that. But not this night. This night she went to a party and laughed more than she had in a long time and drank a little too much wine (and TWO jello shots...she's a wild woman!!!) and ordered a heart-shaped massager (it is a pack filled with wax and other stuff that gets really hot...and it feels amazing. I ordered one too and cannot wait to have Hub massage my back. He's so lucky!).
So. This entry took a turn for the scandalous, didn't it? :) To be fair, I warned you with the title. So don't think less of me. :)
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