hooker?

I was reading HDL’s website today and in the comments someone mentioned that hookers have bruises on their legs and yellow hair with black roots. OMG. I could totally be a hooker!

This picture was taken in 2001 on one of our famous ‘mother daughter trips to Reno’ where we have adopted the ‘what happens in Reno stays in Reno’ moto.

Mom, the Fonz got a hotel room with a hot tub and after a long night of gambling & drinking we went back up to the room (Note: Mom wasn’t drinking, but that doesn’t stop her from being goofy)
We got the tub super hot and climbed in. Mom turned on the waterfall type thing and put her head back and was relaxing. What we didn’t know is that because she had her neck on the waterfall part it was flooding the floor and water was going back into the system and flooding the stairwell.
Kathy had order room service about 5 minutes before and we knew we had a good 45 minutes before our food would be arriving, but 10 minutes into soaking we hear a loud knock at the door.

We all started to freak out because if that door opens you’re going to get a full view shot of us in the hot tub. Mom, even with creaky ass-hips, manages to FLY out of the hottub. Kathy was already out and I was scrambling to get out.
One leg out of the tub and mom screams (and I mean SCRE-HEEEEMS) “Watch out for my camera!” (why it was on the ledge of the hot tub, don’t ask!)
I SLIDE with one foot on the marble floor and one in the tub and hit my knee so hard I instantly stop dead in my tracks and my eyes start water. I hobbled out of the tub while Kathy is at the door waiting for me to get my ass in the bathroom.

In the bathroom my mom, the evil bitch that she is, is CRACKING UP!
“Oh, Kristine…that’s gonna bruise.” she manages to get out between laughter fits.

OH and did it.

I give to you…my hooker picture.