I'm sitting in this deep chair, trying to write, laptop on my lap, and my eyes keep getting distracted by how blindingly WHITE my cleavage is. I've checked several times but there's nothing there, no white sheet of paper, not a white napkin, not even my white bra flashing everyone and their mother. Nope, just my boobs being their usual pale selves.
I'm telling you, vampires got nothing on me.
In other news, I decided I deserved cake for being a lazy bum so I just ate a (gluten-free) lava cake with chocolate topping (regular and white), whipped cream and berries and now I'm equally happy and sick to my stomach from the overwhelming sweetness. It's a cake I can only manage about 1-2 a year and still each time I think, "Surely, it wasn't that sweet..." Twenty minutes later I regret eating it and vow never to buy it again. Until next time I do. Because it just looks so yummy. Which it is, just a bit too yummy. *drinks lots of water*