Dear afternoon sun,
You and I had a secret rendezvous a few weeks ago when my fiance was out of town. It's hard to hide what you did to me, and he knows. It's incredible how in just a few short blissfully-napping hours, you managed to magically transform me from a human being to a hunk of Kentucky fried chicken. I know I said I wanted a "sun-kissed glow" for my wedding, but you guessed it, what I really wanted was to look like Elmo, bubble like magma, and smell like a campfire. Ya know... you really get me.
sincerely,
skin-cancer-here-I-come
You and I had a secret rendezvous a few weeks ago when my fiance was out of town. It's hard to hide what you did to me, and he knows. It's incredible how in just a few short blissfully-napping hours, you managed to magically transform me from a human being to a hunk of Kentucky fried chicken. I know I said I wanted a "sun-kissed glow" for my wedding, but you guessed it, what I really wanted was to look like Elmo, bubble like magma, and smell like a campfire. Ya know... you really get me.
sincerely,
skin-cancer-here-I-come
I'm sexy and I know it.
Bahahaha - too funny! Loving your blog SO MUCH!
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