Captain Dyke gave me a Blue Angelina for my blog. Well, Captain Dyke's not really a Captain, ya know. She's a goddess.
This is good, 'cause I really look more like Angelina than that blonde wench I had up there before. You're gonna think that's terribly vain, comparing myself with Angelina (hottest soul mama on the planet), but you won't when I tell you what happened when I bumped into Brad Pitt the other day at Chick-fil-a. He looked down at me and said "God Angie, howdya get so fat so fast?"
"It's that Bridget Jones milkshake diet darling. I'm bulking out for Raging Bull II." Then I kicked him in the balls. Hard. It was a good day.
BTW I love the blogger who called Lucky Charms the official cereal of spring break. I've got Trix all over my floor, and that's not a sex blog thang.
By the way of proving my feminista credentials, I hereby dub my husband Mr. Blue Gal. He shall be so named in this blog from now on. Mr. Blue Gal is on his way to Italy to fulfill a lifelong dream of seeing La Scala. My present is, I don't have to go. Trans-Atlantic travel totally wipes me out.
This week in Blue Gal: the Alabama angle on panties, or lack thereof (you're gonna love it).
Made you laugh! click it to order one.