You know it was a wild night when your first thought upon waking is, “Wow, I didn’t puke!” and the first words out of your mouth are, “Sorry I peed on you last night.”
Yesterday started off innocently enough. Sweety bowled and I went to see the boys play baseball.
Before going to the game, I had to get a prescription filled for BB (he has some kind of shit in his eye) and that lead to a break in my almost 2.5 years of silence towards the coaew. She had told Sweety she’d get it filled but I remembered that he’d had this same thing a couple of years ago and the cost of it was outrageous even with a copay. I was afraid she’d go to get it filled and then have an issue with the price. I was forced to say, “I don’t think it needs to be refrigerated but I didn’t think it was a good idea to leave it in my car.” Damn. Does the speaking count if I don’t initiate it? I’m saying no.
The boys’ baseball team got stomped and I was happy to come home out of the hot and take my damned clothes off. I was dinking around on the computer when I smelled something weird. Like dog shit. Or puke. Something nasty. I look at Stinky Dog and ask her what the fuck did she just do. She did not reply. The smell didn’t go away so I searched the house for a “present” and found nothing.
I noticed the smell was stronger in the kitchen but there wasn’t anything on the floor in there. That’s when I remember that I’d cooked a bag of frozen brussel sprouts when I’d gotten home. Then I had to decide if I really wanted to eat something that had an odor that reminded me of dog poop. I decided I did. It was good with some cheese and spices on top.
I was just getting ready to take a nap when I got a text from my friend (her husband & Sweety bowl together) asking if I was going to the bowling alley and out to eat dinner when they were done bowling. I took this as a sign to get off of the couch and socialize.
Holy shit, did I socialize.
I got to see Sweety’s shirt for this bowling league. They decided on nicknames to put on their shirts a few weeks ago after they had all had lots of beer.
Of course, I love it! Hee, hee.
Dinner and whatnot ended before 9 and we came on home.
We had sex all over the neighborhood last night. And the house. Have I mentioned we have wooden floors? Yeah. Ouch. I’ll be ready to do it again when the swelling and bruises fade a bit.
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You should be inducted into a Hall of Fame somewhere… not sure where probably somewhere between the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and a Hall of Fame for Porn Stars.
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Chickie said:
October 4th, 2009 at 7:50 pm
Do I get a trophy? I’d like a trophy.
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October 4th, 2009 7:09 pm
Sweety is definitely a keeper. He always seems to be thinking of you.
And you certainly should be on your way to the hall of fame. I’ve never thought of hardwood floors as a place for sex. I’ll start designing your statuette; but someone which a better imagination needs to think of what it should be called.
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Chickie said:
October 4th, 2009 at 9:14 pm
Yeah, I think it’s neat how he remembers me!
The hardwood flooring really makes you pay attention to everything that’s going on. It’s bad if you’re too sweaty though. Makes you stick to the floor.
Ooooo, we’ll have to think of a statuette name!
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October 4th, 2009 9:07 pm
Ewwwwwww…..brussel sprouts!
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Chickie said:
October 5th, 2009 at 1:09 pm
They are so good! And cute and tiny! Seriously. Take a bunch of small fresh ones, cut them in half, coat them in olive oil, salt & spices that you like and bake those bitches for about 20 minutes at 400. Stir them a couple of times. GOOD! I have had little kids over here when I was making them and they wanted those instead of popcorn!
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October 5th, 2009 12:47 pm
Brussel sprouts: Good
Sex: Good
Brussel sprouts in the same post as a rowdy coitus party: Wrong. Just wrong.
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October 11th, 2009 4:58 pm
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