Mary Jarvis. I got a pass from my family (Thank you, Norman's!) to head North on 95 to get twisted, torqued, and go deep. I can't wait. I bought new Yoga clothes today and need to know:
Do I wear blue?
Tags still on. I'm not Minnie Pearl but my grandmother's name was Pearl. No lie.
I don't even remember the movie, There's Something About Mary. I just know I don't let my children watch it. I think there's a bathroom incident that involves self-gratification. No thank you. I am happy to please Mary Jarvis, however and hope I do. Assuming I make it out alive and I'm not in traction, I'll let you know how it goes. I present to you, my photographer:
There's something about Jane. Don't you think? What are you doing this weekend?