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I am an SPF Woman

Bwahahahahaha.....Don't you think that sounds like some vagina spray.
(You are all vagina sprays...yes, you Erik )

Well, Welcome to Self Portrait Friday. I think this week, we will honor the players before I show you what I had for dinner. Oh, yes....It is never to late to play either. just leave me a comment letting me know that you played and I will add you to the list of these hot babes.

Okay, here we go. I went shopping last night (groceries...too poor for much else) and hoped to see chimichangas cooked when I got home. Did I? No. I found a husband watching a motocycle show and drinking margaritas. He did have all the kids in bed and the house clean. I swear, I am a lucky woman. What did we have for dinner then? Frozen pizza. Whoo friggin' Hoo.

Ooh Ooh...It's hot! (look at my devil eyes and the crappy out of focus picture)

But, this Taco pizza ain't half bad. The motorcycle show on the other hand..... (again the devil eyes and out of focus. I may have to fire that shitty photographer)

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