Rope youngest son into being the official vonB photographer (I love ya, kid),
Take 1 of these:
(step off, ladies - he's all mine. And I do mean 'all'...)Add two of these:
Apply liberal amounts of bedazzled badonk-a-donk, a dash or two of goofy to taste, sparkle with shiny, the slightest hint of nerple from the Baron...and voila!
You get three fabulous 'What Not to Wear's ready to participate in the 2009 Underwear Affair, an annual charity race for cancers below the waist.Then, because of our celebrity status (?), add some police protection (doesn't HE just look so menacing?)
And we're off. . .
In true Canadian fashion, all facets of the population were represented:
Cowgirls,
Abba-didginals,
Local Flora,
West Coast Fauna,
(I think there may have been some cross-pollination going on at the after-party)Sasquatches,
(a rare sighting - the moldy green fur is the result of all the rain we get)and beavers.
(that is some fine-looking tail, mister)While it wasn't too length a walk, the Countess of YikYak and I were feeling a little schvitzy; apparently being a superhero is hot work. We decided to have a rest and take in the scenery:
We did eventually manage to struggle against all rules of physics and get our gargantuan butts up to finish the race.And then, as quickly as it started, poof!
The affair was over.
I guess there's always next summer.
The End(s).
***********************A million colon-felt thanks to all my kind-hearted friends and blends who generously supported me in this worthwhile fundraiser. As of this morning, our team The Colon Crusaders had raised $10, 867 towards research into finding a cure for all of those insidious yet under-funded cancers below the waist - ovarian, colorectal, uterine, testicular, prostate. And we were just one team of many.
And of course, I must give props to my sistah partner in crime - I can always rely on her to raise our antics to a whole new level.
Love ya, PattyCakes! 
