is anyone out there???

I have the power.

I have this shirt. I wear it whenever I need a little extra boost or am feeling a little down. I woke up this morning with a sore throat. Can you believe it? I take it as a personal affront to get sick while i'm on vacation---It's unacceptable! I've decided to completely ignore it and not give it the satisfaction of slowing me down. It will not ruin my time in Switzerland with my sister.

So, anyway, I put on the shirt this morning. I don't wear it very often, just in case it loses some of it's power when I wash it. I came downstairs and the boys went crazy! They absolutely loved my shirt and have been stroking and caressing it all morning. "It's so pretty," they tell me. And it is. It's bright with every color swirled together. Tye-dye.

"You had this shirt in your suitcase this whole day (time)?" Ben asked, touching my sleeve lovingly. He couldn't believe I hadn't been wearing it every single day. "You have more of these pretty shirts in your suitcase?" Tim wanted to know if I've been holding out on them. Nope this was the only one, and between the shirt and the massive amounts of drugs, I was feeling much better.

I bent over and felt a whap on my behind. "Big," Ben yelled out. "Big," (another smack,) "Booty!" he ended with a final whack, followed by a chorus of laughter from the boys. I stood there wondering if I should feel insulted. But I had on the shirt. Any other day, maybe I'd have felt self-conscious. But today, in my shirt---me and my big, big booty are feeling fine.