Here is yet another post straight from the trenches of my mind, The Butt Series.
Though there are much more pressing and important matters at hand (Internet - it’s tax day in the USofA… My dear, dear friend left today for her new home much too far from me… Sick kids abound… My site is crashing down all around me and there is nary a fix in site), yet I choose to post about an abstract creation of my mind - The Butt Series.
I choose this because it makes me happy. I like butts. Ooh, that didn’t come out right. Aaanywhoo… I liken it to, let’s say…. a kitten. A kitten and a string… mindless silliness. It makes absolutely no sense… what’s so exciting about a string flopping about? But(t), you see it is not about the string, it is about the simple mind of the kitty. And thus, The Butt Series - it makes absolutely no sense… but this is Jenny here. I have a tendency to snort when I laugh and nowhere on this site will you ever find that I have claimed to possess one iota of sense. Go ahead, search “Jenny = 1 iota of sense”. You didn’t find any, did you? See.
So, Katie asks, does this Astro Van make my butt look big?
You know I would pose in back of my VW van with my FFA, but you would get so many hits on your blog for the picture it would take your site down. Sir Mix a Lot wrote that song for my when we was hangin out in B-town, dogs.
Baby, it’s all about the Vanagon. My Vanagon has junk in her trunk (literally) but she owns it and works it. My van makes my big butt look seeeeeexy.
Gives our van’s nickname “the mommy mobile” a whole new meaning doesn’t it? Yikes.