Google f*@&$%* Maps!

Remember when I told you about my little misadventure which involved me walking out to my car in a rather unflattering outfit and getting caught by the Google Maps car taking pics of my street?

I said, ” . . . the Google Maps street level cam-car drove into our court just when I was carrying plants for my garden. In nasty old sweatpants, a ratty old cardigan that makes me look 8 months preggo and uber-stylish white socks.”

If you didn’t believe me, I hereby post proof of said moment, straight from Google Maps:

The fuckers blurred my face, why couldn’t they blur my ass instead??? Sheesh!

I swear, I am scared for posterity. Because of my posterior.