Hotter than the Monte Carlo fire

Tonight is Friday night, which is lady's night-- and the feeling's right. I am so close to my wild weekend I am OOOZING wickedness.

We only have 3 kids tonight. That's right baby-- 3 kids, one of whom hides out in his room editing movies, another who may or may not entertain himself with his DS, and the third is a high-maintenance toddler who might visit her electronic babysitter this evening (via "Mulan" or "Aladdin"). EASY STREET is laid out before me, like miles of... uhm... pavement. Really easy pavement.

First, I plan on coming home, stripping down, and rinsing the work/computer stink off my supple-yet-drooping body. Then, I have an old pair of leggings and a stained old t-shirt all clean and waiting for my sexy self to adorn. Finally, hair thrown up in a messy bun (men like buns), make-up free and glass of cheap wine in hand, I plan on ROCKING OUT the Rock Band, baby. And do the sexy dance.

HOT.

Monte Carlo | Rock Band | Friday