Operation MILFORD

When I typed in Operation MILF for my title just now my IPad changed it to Milford thus completely changing today's post. I think that's appropriate. Sometimes auto correct knows what it's talking about. You may ask, "you don't want to be considered a MILF someday?" Hellz ya I do! But it does seem a bit creepy to me. I work with many teenage boys who are constantly commenting on our MILF customers. I would give an example but this blog is totally rated PG and at times PG-13 if my ginger temper gets the best of me. Just imagine awkward teenagers with their acne face, cockeyed smile and terrible swag trying to be cool with the hot moms (who are generally wearing a fedora and their 6 year old's skirt) and some of the hot moms actually enjoying the awkward attention. EWIE. It hurts so bad yet it is so entertaining to watch. Maybe they are just playing with the boys heart strings but let me tell you those boys are proud of what was accomplished during their time with these tramps. (Just to be clear, not all MILFS are tramps. Just the ones who get horny from flirting with 17 year olds). They walk away from the conversation with their chests puffed out, their heads held high, and their pants....well you know. I for one never want to be the one that makes a teenage boy turn on their best Charlie Sheen charm. Groadie (pronounced grow-dee for all of you city folk.) The point is that I really don't want that kind of attention what so ever. The things that men (and probably a few women) say these days would make even Don Draper blush. When I'm at MILF status I would like to be considered so by my hubby and maybe a handful of innocent, good looking adult men. Everyone else may consider me a MILFORD.