For I am forty-something years old, and I am experimenting with a Bumpit...
Don't judge me, like my daughter did.
I just snapped her picture, and note: Alas, she has no Bump.
What can I say? I was in Wal-Mart last night, and there it was...one lone Bumpit-in-a-Box on an end cap, clearance priced. I could not resist the siren song of sporting That Cool Bump.
But apparently that Bump is only Cool if no one knows you are wearing a Bumpit.
Well, I am a full disclosure girl. Always have been.
My name is Sheila Atchley. And I wear a Bumpit and self tanner.
And I sometimes wear a perfume that has a borderline naughty and disreputable name. (I wear it for the smell, not for the name...)
And the nail color is Sally Hansen...
Last but not least, if I am quiet for the next few days, it is because my Man and I are going out of town, to visit friends in Pleasant Garden NC (isn't the name of the place just happy???)
...and to bring our son home from Camp LeJeune for the Easter Weekend. I'll be taking my trusty Netbook, so I might blog from the road...then again, I might be too busy showing off my Bumpit to have time to chat.
I leave you with the following powerful visual: