​​​​​​Because humor is funnier when you know it's true.

My sexy selfie (continued)


“It gets worse. Did she send it to you?” Erika inquired. “Oh and mom coos.” She added.

“Why would she send it me? I don’t need to see her boobs! Did you say Mom coos?!?!?”

“She calls them her bodacious ta-tas now, not boobs.” Jamie choked.

My three year old granddaughter liked that word. She pranced around the room singing ta-tas over and over again.

“Look,” I yelled, “Just make sure your brothers didn’t get it, okay? And you better check Facebook!”

We never did find out where my beautiful sexy pic went. Someone probably got it and buried it in the yard, like a real treasure.

I am a treasure, you know. A bare chested, bodacious, cooing treasure! Yes I am! Anybody want a glass of wine? I can teach you how to coo like a professional.

Let’s not mention this to my daughters.

- Anne Bardsley

Anne is the author of How I Earned My Wrinkles, Musings on Marriage, Motherhood and Menopause and Angel Bumps. Hello From Heaven.  You can find her work on Erma Bombeck, Very Funny Women, Island Reporter, Purple Clover, Feisty After 45, Paradise News, Better After 50, The Grand Magazine and many others.  And you can follow Anne on her blog annebardsley.com.