SBO?

Let me explain: I don't have a sad or even remotely depressing story to go along with this picture,

but let me just send my love to this poor girl who got her heart bruised. I totally put the chair  I meant pillow between my legs too. You go girl. Go get over him.

But the real reason I'm posting this, is because my beautiful Grandma R. calls me an SOB to all of her friends, instead of SBO. Two very different things. I love it though, I guess an SOB would be a more interesting topic than an SBO.

But in other news, if you don't know what that stands for, think "Son of a....."

Yep.

I love her though, she is so much more stylish than me. When I want to look cool, I visit my grandmas and their closets.

Love,

The SOBSBO