Picture it! Sicily 1932…
Ok it was 5mins ago in my closet.
Ian is standing behind me while I’m getting undressed. Shoes off and on the shoe rack, shirt passes the sniff test so it goes back on the hanger. Jeans get worn a minimum of 3x before they go in the wash, so off the go, folded and placed on the shelf.
Then I hear…
I love reading words on ya booty!
*to myself I think* he did NOT just say that
*aloud I say* What did you just say?
He laughs and says
I like reading the words on ya booty!
Then walks off laughing.
*sigh* damn vicky secrets lol