Yep. Those are fishnets.
You are correct.
I acknowledge that my blog is slowly trending toward the occasional picture as opposed to essay, but seriously, if EVER there was a picture that spoke volumes, it would be this one.
Hello? Do you not see the slut attack I appear to be having?
In my defense ALL I can say is: This was so NOT my idea . . .
Because yes, yes, I realize, I look more like a porn star here than a devoted mother, church choir member, or just the plain old normal and boring person that I am. It utterly amazes me sometimes the adventures I get myself into . . . why does it seem like I am often uttering, "Only me . . . only me . . ."
Who knows? But this is the latest crazy trip that life delivered and I just went with it.
Tune in Thursday for a full documentation of my first "Adventure in Modeling" escapade. Never did I think I'd be in a tent at the Fargo Dome, naked, with seven other women, changing clothes in 60 Mississippi no less than eight times and strutting my slut stuff on a jumbotron.
Yes, there was a big screen. And I was on it.
A lot.
And you know what?
Only me . . .
Only.
Me.
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