A Desperate Cry for Help!

This little fellow must have taken a wrong turn somewhere during the night, and ended up on Daddy Papersurfer's doorstep this morning. His name is Petrov Wellpaddedton and he appears to be an orphan. He doesn't speak English and poor DaddyP doesn't know what to do with him...and has asked for my advice! I've offered DaddyP what support I can from half-way 'round the world, and am now calling on reinforcements...that's YOU, dear readers...does anyone out there recognize Petrov (34C), or have any helpful suggestions for DaddyP regarding what to do with him?

If so, please post them in the comments and I will pass them along. Or, surf on over to Daddy Papersurfer's blog...I'm sure they'll BOTH appreciate your concern!

Woo-Hoo! It's 2008!

OK, this is the "G" rated version of my ROCKING New Jersey Chaperon's cake ~ you may use your imagination (or, at your own risk, click on the cake) for a depiction of the original "adult" version!

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Ringin' in the New Year in New Jersey!

After my little "drinking binge" "sightseeing excursion" at her Office the other day, I promised my ROCKING New Years Eve Chaperon that I wouldn't wander off and get drunk make trouble get lost while we were celebrating New Years Eve at her Best Friend's house.

As you can see, I was behaving myself quite nicely...just hanging out by the festive, roaring fire.

And at dinner, I think I presented myself

in a very dignified fashion.

Yes, everything was going along just swell...

until...

They broke out the f'ing dessert!

Sorry, but I just SNAPPED!...and my will-power

flew right out the f'ing window!!

Next thing I know, I'm all snuggled up to a big ol' good lookin'

bottle of champagne!

And hittin' on helping out the Chef!

When, all of a sudden...

Crap! The Best Friend found me!

(Is it just me, or do I seem to be getting BIGGER?!?!)

So she stuck me on My Chaperon for safe-keeping.
WHADDAYA KNOW?...We're a PERFECT FIT!!!

Even so, I managed to wriggle free (they don't call me a Traveling Bra for nuthin!)...and was headin' upstairs, when...Crap! The BF found me AGAIN!

This time she stuck me on her MAN!
NICE GUY, but didn't have a clue what to do with

one so bodacious as moi,

so, back over to the kitchen I scampered...

...and was delighted to see that my bottle was still half full!

But - oh crrrap!!...it's The Best Friend!...

"OK, OK! Put the knife down! I'll cooperate!"

Oh yeah...like THESE two are gonna keep track of me!
Buh-wah-hahahahahaha!

DOUBLE CRAP!! (Don't you know I have a fear of dogs?!)

Where's My Chaperon?!?

Finally, fed up with all my shenanigans - My Chaperon sat me down, gave me a good yank and...BINGO!
Instant attitute adjustment!


And we all ended up having the BESTEST, HAPPIEST


F'ING NEW YEARS EVE EVER!

Happy New Year Meleah and Jennifer and everyone!

love,

~Olga, the they don't call me Traveling-for-nuthin' Bra!
xoxoxo