Karen Day 72 - Why I'm not naked all the time

Yay, Shaboom is in L.A!.............with no phone or computer so I can't get ahold of her. She is having panic attacks at the thought of seeing her ex boyfriend, Swim Swim, (scum sucking, two timing, cheating, lazy ahole.....that's my nickname for him.) Where are you Shaboomy?

One thing Shaboomy, you really don't know how to make coffee? Really? That is so Marilyn Monroe of you.

Borrowed from the internet

I don't know how to do the Marilyn thing. Men have never felt obliged to bring me coffee or make me eat. I'm more of a Rosalind Russell kind of gal.

Borrowed from the internet

Big boned, hearty and a little loud sometimes. Imagine Rosalind waiting for a guy to bring her coffee. She'd be there for days. But I've embraced my inner Rosalind. For example, in an emergency, I could make coffee with a car lighter and a Jiffy Pop pan, but that's just me.

One other difference between Shaboomy and me. Every time I skype Shaboomy she's naked in bed. VERY FRENCH, NO? WE!

Imagine, if you will, a small closet room in Burbank. No matter how quietly I close the door, the "I'm naked" alarm seems to go off and everyone comes running. I better figure out what I'm wearing RIGHT NOW because here comes Hubby. He suddenly has to change his shoes. Really? And now 3 is in the closet room trying to play the bongos on my naked butt. Who said that was okay? I'm trying to give a lecture about respecting peoples bodies when the hairiest 65 pound dog in the world is in there thinking that maybe today is the day he gets a walk. I'm dancing around trying to dodge the kid trying to play bongos on my butros while Hubby is laughing and not changing his shoes and the dog is barking because isn't this fun? Seriously.

This is why I'm not naked all the time.

Call me Shaboomy. I need a chocolate croissant.

xoxo