This post is strictly for my husband… ha ha! My hooters man, you would think that I am referring to Dax, but no I am not. Ridge is my hooters man. He LOVED the ladies. Bow chicka wow wow… and the ladies loved him.

We spent our last day of our vacation in Hollywood and went to hooters for lunch. He turned on the charm when the Hooters girls would walk by, and then flirted with them so that they wouldn’t leave. He was giving one of them hugs and pats, and when I went to take him back he turned away from me… gasp… he always wants me! He just wanted to rest his head on the nice lady’s bosom's and be happy. I guess I would be a little worried about my son if he didn’t choose a hooters girl over his mom :).