After spending that day, all day in the pool last week, I am now almost over my painful sunburn I received on my chest and tops of my thighs for doing that. I forgot they had not seen the light of day in a long time.
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ME : ( said to man standing in line at sandwich shoppe) ::laughing:: Your pants are buzzing.
Him: (with sarcastic response) "Yes,I know. It's my phone. "
After which he turns around. End of conversation. I guess that's what I get for laughing at a man's groin. He made no move to answer the shaking/buzzing phone. Me thinks he was enjoying it too much. Pfft. And I thought my love life sucked. Ha!
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I’ve discovered I am happiest when I am involved in a project. Cleaning house or doing laundry by the way, is not a project. I’m project less at the moment, but still happy. I’m also broke. But then, I don’t want to leave the pool, so who cares. There are two new additions to the family. A new cat (Ty) and a new son (D). Let’s hope both work out better than the daughter did.
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Judi posted another essay question. “Why did you start a journal?”
Beats me. I’ve never kept a journal or diary. One day, I was thinking how absurd all the car stuff was that was happening, and thought… damn this is funny in that weird sorta way that weird things happen in, and thought… ‘instead of talking to yourself and being highly amused, why not start a journal where you can write it out and amuse yourself in print.’
(for all the people new to my little place here.. FYI, I used to be much more funny before the pool was done. I really was. Just don't give me wine.)
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