A story of Butt Cream...

I love my girl with all my heart and soul, but there are times when she wears on the delicate fabric of my nerves and I want to get in my car with no particular destination in mind and listen to AC/DC’s – Highway to Hell song, and drive with the windows rolled down and smoke a cigarette (although I have quit the smoking!!!).

Times like this:

Yes this is Morgane with butt cream all over her face and hair – Miss Morgane did not want to have a nap and decided the she wanted to make her skin smooth with some lotion (except it wasn’t lotion)…

The truth is couldn’t even stay mad at her, especially when she said: you mad Mom? I just wanted to look all pretty when you came to wake me up… Damn, she’s good…