A Lounging Boobday

Charmer? Oh – she’s over there, chillin’.

I never honestly know if it’s an invitation or a warning. That pat at the bed or blanket or floor just in front of her. I always look for the grin. And yet, I still guess wrong at times.

Happy Boobday!

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