I attended a friend's birthday party on Saturday night. The birthday cake had a photo of the birthday guy's face. Someone had eaten a hole in the cake right where his mouth was, which made it look like his mouth was wide open. I came up with the ridiculous idea of sitting on his face. The cake face, that is. I tried to talk myself out of it but Husband and Mia both convinced me I needed to do it. So, there I went, hopping up on a chair, pulling my dress up, and posing for a photo that I later sent to my friend. He woke up to that photo this morning and said that it was glorious. I mean, it's not a party until I show my panties, right? (For those that don't know, I'm very well known for always showing my panties/ass at parties).
