john (the hubby of Jen) In The Flesh

My friends, today is National Nude Day, which is why I... [ripping off Velcro pants]...will be writing this post entirely butt nekkid. Aw yeeeah. In fact, I suggest you join me! Just be considerate of your family and cubicle mates, and be sure to walk around and extend a personal invitation to each of them, too.

Now, you may be asking yourself, how will I know that john (the hubby of Jen) is actually naked? Well, here's a picture as proof:

I like to oil up when I write about cake.

Now, let's do this thing!


Here we have a ...

I'm sorry. Excuse me...this chair is really...erph!...scratchy.

So. Here's a turtle:


Oh! Hang on a sec; my neighbor is watering her lawn.

[opening door]

Hi, Mildred! Did you know it's National Nude Day?

Mildred? Don't run so fast, dear, remember your hip surgery!!


She's such a sweetie.


Now, check out this hot little chick:

That is some serious duck face.


(Question: is it ok to scratch below the belt with a back scratcher? Asking for a friend.)


And now, a taco:

Or possibly a hot dog.

Never thought I'd get those two mixed up, to be honest.


(Another question: are wood back scratchers dishwasher-safe?)


Huh. That's odd. Ever get the feeling somebody's watching you?

Must be the cold draft in here.

[crossing legs]

And finally, because this post has been the picture of modesty and decorum so far, let's end with something really inappropriate:


Hey, Carol G., Marianne F., Susan M., Sarah A., & Alexandra, for the last time: I'm up here.