Somewhere someone is having the best summer ever. That person is most definitely not yours truly, but that doesn't mean I don't blast this song and get down dancing silly with Zoey, Ozzy and Bryan at the end of the day.
As an I guess I am, yeah, sure feminist and a mother, I am pretty positive I shouldn't like this song, the lyrics, and most certainly I should hate the video. The boobs! Those boobs. No, seriously. Those boobs. When Bryan asked I said yes, they are definitely fake, but I was just being horrible because I think they might be real. And I think they are amazing. See also: I love this song.
Anyway, carry on with your summer, fantastic or otherwise.
Hi, my name is Susannah and I like shiny things, nutella, a good pen and the feel of sunshine warm and flat on my back. I like my family. Scratch that, I love them: my childhood sweetheart turned adulthood husband Bryan, my head-butting abyssinian named Nacho, and my sweet Petunia Faced kids, Zoey and Ozzy. This is my life, my askew view of this absurd world, my truth in a world splintered with 'em. This is my blog.
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