My Junk Is Epic and You Should Worship It… Just Please No Cockpunching

Look, I realize that Sophie is a little over three feet tall, and that this is a big reason why her head can so easily smash into my delicate swimsuit area. I’ve lost track of the number of times that a running welcome home hug-pounce has ended with me trying to not collapse in a [...]

Hot Dog Fever

So we’re lounging around the house today, Sophie and I, and by “lounging” I mean that I am laying on the sofa and reading and she is running in a loop, completely bare-ass nekkid through the kitchen, the living room and the hallway, shrieking at the top of her lungs “I pee on floor! I [...]