Yeppers, you read that right. I went topless... in January. Just another reason I love living in Texas. My only regret was that I had so many errands to run Boo couldn't go with. She loves riding with the top down on the 'vertible. I'm telling ya' Rabbit, you have got to get a ragtop! If you don't you won't be able to sit at a stop light, like I did y'day and say, "Hey, Self, it's gorgeous! The sun is warming everything in sight and it's in the mid-60's. You've got a long- sleeved top on. Put that top down, Girl!" So I did.
Oh, I simply don't have the word to describe how gloriours it is to ride around in January, knowing there are parts of the country buried in snow, shivering so hard their teeth are chattering, while I'm buzzing around town with the sun bathing my body in warm rays b/c I'm driving topless!
And a Shout-Out to my Sistah RazzMaTaAZ in Oregon. Did y'all know their State Flower is Mildew? It's cause they get so much rain, Yuck! Yuck! That was another great thing about y'day's topless travels, after a week of rainy days, Mr. Sun was making his presence felt in a BIG way. It was the first time since New Year's weekend that it's been warm and dry enough to have the top down. And from the look of our local Weather Shaman, it's gonna be the last day for awhile.
Just wanted to see how many times I could throw in the word topless and how it would effect my "hits". Have at it unlucky Googlers.