That's no Space Station, that's my ass.

Yesterday evening, I managed to snag a few minutes to myself to float around my mother's pool. So, I grab a raft, decide to lay down on my stomach and just let the breeze blow me about the pool. I'm laying there, enjoying the late afternoon sun, the silence, the water, the breeze, the floating when something very large keeps coming into my peripheral vision. It takes me a few minutes to realize what this thing is. It's my freaking ass. It's huge. What is even scarier is that it wasn't my whole ass that was catching me by surprise, it was one cheek. So, imagine what my surprise would be if I could view the whole entire thing. Scary. I now understand why the boys of darker complexions always seemed to gravitate toward me in middle school and high school. I have back. And apparently, lots of it. I believe it can be viewed from space.


See what I mean?? I told Bry he is NEVER to take pix of me from the rear on a bike EVER again! (I have also dropped a few lbs. since this pic. was taken). But still. This is not good