Who said you needed a joke to get you through Hump Day? I sure didn’t. Here’s something that should work just fine…
Do I find this appropriate: Using men as eye-candy and not thinking about their values, personalities, or senses of humor? Of course not. But it’s hump day. And seeing as how my great-great-grandmother was traded into the slavery of marriage for three goats and a chicken, I’m sticking with this post.
Tata for now.