Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...so very ironic that you answered BIBI's request on my mother's birthday! If you'll remember, I got the fly on my boob due to the fact that my mom thought it was a good idea to invoke fear into us (4 siblings and myself) by telling us that when she died she was coming back as a fly...to make us as crazy as we made her while she was alive. Baby sis and I got matching tats so that we could, once again, kill flies in our home without thinking we were killing mom all over again! LOL! Had to mention that...for those who didn't know.

Dear Santa Lil,

I'd love a breather from work this season...and so please just whisper in Scott's (my boss...sexy as hell...OMG, I'm digressing) ear..."Let her have the 27th off...or just get her off on the 27th"...Mmmmmmmmm!

TeeHee! I've been fantasizing bout him lots lately...I need a spanking!

TY Santa Lil!

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