Who doesn’t love boobies?!
NOBODY, that’s who.
I myself am a big fan, as you probably already know, based on the number of blog posts and now a bestselling short story I’ve written about my yaboes.
In fact, I interrupt this blog post for an important message: BREASTS ARE BEAUTIFUL. Big or small, (or in my case—one of each), old or new, shaken or stirred, boobs rock. And nobody, I mean NOBODY, can tell me otherwise.
Which is why I am so disturbed about women being told to stop breastfeeding in public.
The following is my opinion about breasts, nursing, and Chick-fil-A-Holes. Warning, there is bad language (from me) and shockingly offensive intolerance (from others). Read at your own risk.
I’m In The Powder Room today sharing my most embarrassing moment. Well, one of them, anyway. It’s a doozy. Come see for yourself. People are already thanking me in the comments over there for making them feel better about themselves. Ah, what can I say? It’s a gift.
And speaking of embarrassing moments, we’re offering a two-for-one special at In The Powder Room today!
Remember my friend Kerry from HouseTalkN? She’s the one who created the #bloggersdance party. We met in person at the Haven Conference in Atlanta last June. She’s a hoot! LOVE HER.
Kerry and Leslie at the Haven blog conference last June.
Well I brought her In The Powder Room with me today to share one of her most embarrassing moments too.
Birds of a feather, and all that, you know.
See you over there!