Another Chestacular Tragedy

I have no clue what was wrong with my last attempt to post on here. What was all that anyway? Well, I don't have anything today either except this picture. Company Christmas Party this past weekend out of town where they also sprung for our hotel room. Can we say "Mini Vacation"?

Here we are. I have to learn to pose. Or close my top. I always end up with wierd things going on with my boobs. What is that? I was going for cleavage but no one told me "hay P, your boob's out". And oh my GOSH - is that a ManHand? I have ManHands now? Fanstasic.

Square Is Better

Burger. Activity. Boil. Some words are more interesting after you say them over and over.
Go ahead, give it a try. Art. Turn. Cake.

Anyway. No idea where that came from but I do have a new random fact for ya.
I am not a fan of pointy fries. That's right, pointy fries. Something about going through a drivethru and getting a large order full of pointy fries is irritating. Like being given the bottom of the barrel.
One time when my husband and I were dating we stopped at a McDonald's in podunk, MS (Eupora, MS to be exact) and sat inside and ate. He poured his fries out and picked out all of the square fries for me. Not many a man would share the square fry with his girl.



I have provided a visual for you, in case you are having a hard time understanding what is a pointy fry and what is a square fry. Square is better.
**This message was brought to you by a bored MS woman with nothing exciting to blog about but fries and words.