Bum of monkeybottoms.
Hey kids, it's No Pants Friday! And tomorrow is Justin Timberlake Falls in Love With Monkey Day. Yes, I am going to see him in concert. And yes, I am going with my youngest twin daughter B2. Shut up! I probably won't be the only 37 year old Mom with her 13 year old daughter at the concert because JT is made entirely of Awesome Deliciousness. Mmmm, awesome deliciousness. So delicious.

So, I have this problem with my pants. They keep falling off in front of Justin Timberlake! Haha, no no, that's not true. I have that issue that many girls have when they bend over or crouch down and suddenly there is all this ass cleavage everywhere. I can't help it! I have to wear the lower cut style of jeans or the waist is up to my ribs and I look like I'M FIFTY! I'M fifty and I like to KICK, strrrrrretch, AND KICK! Anyone ever see that Molly Shannon bit? It's hilarious. She hosted not too long ago and did that character and at one point she hiked up a leg, gestured to her crotch, pulled her pants up tight and showed off her camel toe to the world while saying, "I like to call this my Desert Rose!" Freaking brilliant. Seriously! I could see her vag! *wipes tear*

So what was I talking about? Oh yeah, my ass. I bend down, panties and bum everywhere, and then Kevin says, "Jesus, get that under control." And then I am sad. At least I am not wearing a thong and doing it on purpose. OR AM I!! No. No I'm not. I was just kidding there.

So anyways, in conclusion I am going jogging.