Okay, Peeps. It’s Friday and I am on the road again, so you know that that means, don’t cha? Nope, not that. Not that either. Give up? Good! It’s Nude Blogging Time.
Now before all you ladies run out and get extra batteries for you most favorite lover, and you guys render me a hand salute with awe and envy, let me splane sommin.
I have some new readers who might fall into the above mention situations, but don’t. It’s not what it seems. It is just an on going think I came up with a couple of years ago. No HNT or anything like that. Just me in the motel alone...with you. But there is a reason for it, too.
See…when I am unloading the dogs and puppies (puppies especially) they will sometimes be afraid or nervous and will pee on me, or they will poop and some will get on my hands when I take the form the cages. So I will wipe my hands on my jeans. Yeah! Gross huh? But don't be cruel...you've done the same thing changing diapers...or getting your spouse undressed after a good drunk. Have, too!
So when I get to the motel, I will take a shower for obvious reasons. And since I am alone, and since I enjoy sleeping in the nude, I don’t see the sense in putting on clean skivvies until I get dressed in the morning.
So I’m here blogging and emailing in the nude. And a laptop does get warm sitting on your lap…just saying.
Anynaked, I want to let you know about a friend of mine who uprooted herself, husband and dog and move from their family home in the frozen tundra of Indiana to a palatial estate in Florida.
Many of you have been following Dana and her experiences (pulse the inserts of her book) for a long time, now and you know what a sweet little old lady she can be…when she isn’t cussing and bitching. So for a house warming present I wanted to get her sommen that fits her personality. So I have been looking at doormats (in honor of her life as a woman.) What’d think?
Wonder which one she will choose.
Now that I got that out of the way, I'm gonna start reading my peeps postings until I fall asleep. See ya tomorrow. TATA