Welcome to another edition of Wacky Wednesday folks where today I'm wonderin' if somehow those 50 Shades books have corrupted my already warped and wacky mind. Seriously, I don't mind sharin' with y'all that I'm mostly a vanilla sex kinda gal with a few added condiments every now and then just to spice thangs up. But I started questionin' myself when I lost my cellphone at the bottom of my monstrous purse the other day and had to go searchin' for it. Lookie what I found instead:
Yeppers, those would be handcuffs. What makes this so wacky? Because not only were they in my purse, but I realized I flew on at least 2 domestic flights since I remember putting them in there. That translates into 4 times my purse has gone through the security x-ray screening. Can you freakin' imagine what the TSA agents are sayin' about me???????? I need to get a fake ID before flyin' the friendly skies again. Perhaps in the name of Anastassia?