TGIF

Oh.my.gosh.

I don't know when I've ever been so glad that it is is Friday. *turn away those of you with weak constitutions*

I am so horny I don't know what to do. It must be something in the air or maybe it is my new mattress and box spring. Maybe it is the fact that my sister-in-law said I that I look the same age as my much younger Army of Dad (he's 8 years younger than me *purring*). It could have been the construction workers flirting with me this morning. I dunno. Don't care. Just know that I'm ready to put my kids in bed and get busy! Maybe it was the porn collection talk this morning on the radio about Michael Jackson. I laughed hysterically at the reporter talking about the defense attorney saying that Jacko (or should that be Jackoff?) evidently sports quite the collection of *hee hee* "girly" magazines. Yeah. Girls. That is what is in HIS magazines. Yeah, right and I'm a supermodel. *giggling*

Anyway. I certainly hope no one ever has to go through my porn collection. How embarrassing is that? At least none of my kids' fingerprints are on them. At least not yet. I have a 10-year-old who I'm sure will try to find this kind of stuff in a few years. Eww. That is a gross thought.