Yes, it's true. Feathers, rhinestones, glamour, fishnets...and the most beautiful sparkling false eyelashes a girl could wish for. Now I drive a mini van...and I couldn't be happier.
I am so blessed with my amazing family and the showgirl lifestyle can't hold a candle to a late night light saber battle around the neighborhood and smores on the patio with my little men. Last night we even had a family arm farting contest because in a house full of boys that's what you do. Well guess who had the juiciest arm farts of them all...the former showgirl. That's right, apparently I have missed my true calling. I am a natural. My boys were so freakin impressed that I couldn't stop. Bigger. Louder. Juicer. Then my shoulder started hurting and the reality set in that mommy (who used to be a showgirl) just pulled a muscle arm farting. Seriously?
But it was totally worth it. I am Queen of Arm Farts. Next up...burping the alphabet.
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