Bras and Panties and Ronald Reagan

Some of my favorite friends gathered with me last night to say goodbye. The night was perfect - lovely breeze, gracious hosts, and yummy food. I didn't even get tipsy, wanting to stay clear and focused and refrain from the sentimental hogwash that comes with too many glasses of wine.

Yet, even sober, I still showed everyone the results of my super-successful cosmetic surgery. Well, not everyone. Some were glued to basketball and missed the real show.

Poor bastards.

Anyway, we laughed and talked about everything from the existence of God to standing for the flag. They teased me about post-surgery antics like my penchant for rubbing bruised and battered breasts. Localized massage and pain management to one person is masturbatory foreplay to another.

They're gonna miss me something awful.

And I'm going to miss them.

They are kind and considerate and surrounded me with much love for the past year.

And talk about the best going-away presents. One doll got me a Ronald Reagan Action Figure.

Check it:

And he talks, too! Listen to one of his sample phrases.

Swallowed a bit of vomit, didn't you? A tutorial is included to learn more about one of my least favorite presidents of all time.

Come to think of it, maybe this gift could serve another purpose. Ronnie's the perfect size to be my new favorite love toy.

And guess what else? I got a cute little bra and pantie set. Put it on this morning and can't take it off. Perfect for cleaning house.

Especially dusting the fans.



Oops, that little tattoo is showing. Oh well. A girl's gotta get her kicks somehow.

Gotta go take the trash out.

My neighbors are gonna miss me, too.