So, it is a running joke in my family that I got the ghetto booty. I don’t have the boobs, I have the booty and everytime I see the whole family they don’t let me forget it, especially the sisters (I think they are just jealous).
My parents are in town this weekend for a quick visit and my mom was talking about how her pants are too big in the booty.
Me: I will NEVER have that problem! (Even though I am doing my morning workouts…I doubt the booty will change…I just know, and I am okay with it)
Mom: Yea, I agree, you don’t have that problem.
Me: Thanks, Mom, way to show some support. Anyways, it doesn’t matter. It is my best feature, Hubby’s favorite, in fact.
(Shouting) Right, Hubby?
Hubby (shouting from another room): I always liked your eyes.
Me (pshaw): Yea, right…..that is so lame. No one likes eyes!
Me: Gag me