Was out doing a little bit of window shopping with OWNER the other week and trying to be more girly was wearing a very cute 1940s style dress. All was going well until a big gust of wind blew the dress up (marilyn style).
You can image my embarrassment as I was going commando. A I am trying to push the back of the dress down the front it trying to blow up.
The peeps around at the time had a good laugh.
All the way home OWNER very sweety placed his hand on my arse (on top of the dress!) and I had a firm hand on the front to avoid other such incedents. That will teach me to try and be more girly, sticking to jeans again now!!
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here. QWQ
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