Be careful what you ask for, Tel - swampy is way too fond of getting semi-nekkid! :eek:
::Makes note not to get Kenmore stove when replacing lovely harvest gold Caloric range::
Wow, rigs, good thing you found a decent tutor for your son. Hope #2 son is learning to like math this way. And yay on the reading too. I think sometimes you just have to have the right hook and they suddenly learn to love books.
Scary dishwasher story, Taters. I’m always afraid mine will develop a leak and ruin the floor and lord knows what else…
There’s more, but I’m tired…maybe I’ll be back.
My accomplishments for this evening:
- Picked up dry cleaning, finally.
- Ate dinner. (Odd combination, eaten in stages. First a bowl of Cheerios with banana and blueberries. Later, pickles. Still later 1/2 a mango. Not sure if I’ll have anything else.)
- Thought about doing laundry.
Guess I should do more, but I don’t feel like it just now. Darn heat and allergies!!!
GT
I want one, too. I’ll take any of the male MMP’ers, at this point. Even swampy. After all, it’s not as though I have enough energy to do anything.
Just came back from the new place after an hour of cleaning it up. Now for about half an hour of packing. The cleaning will easily be done by the weekend, and we plan to start some of the stuff over there on Saturday.
Woof! The apartment was HOT!
Heh.
In the meantime, I have changed to a sleeveless top and shorts, and gotten my own beverage. Slave boys are still welcome, however.
Meh-boys. I prefer slave men with ripped abs and to die for lips. They need to gaze worshipfully at me and only me, but not be sycophantic. And they need stamina, dammit!
Ok-off to work on this particular fantasy. ( I always start off ok, but then get hung up on stuff like blue-no gray eyes and 6 ft, no 6’3" kind of stuff–what’s a mother to do? I’ve failed sexual fantasy 101.)
<sigh> and I’m still damned hot.
In the temperature sense, not the sensual er, sense.
Could I go out and come back in again?
Why don’t you let me be the judge of that? 
You’re overthinking it, dear, but that’s OK.
If you’re talking like this, then yes, over 6 feet, blue or green eyes, in a button-down shirt and slacks, with a jacket tossed carelessly over one shoulder. With a devil-may-care look in the eyes. And cut but not ripped.
What?
Not sure what a mother has to do with it, though.
Man, are my ears burning! I can’t figure it – oh, you ladies have been talking about me again. That explains it.
::Drive by post::
Me tired. Me not gonna get less tired all week.
Me go night-night.
Nope, Spats, sorry. No one mentioned anything about puns, and your eyes are brown, anyway.
I’ll give him the devil-may-care look, though.
If you must, but unless he’s going to fan me or something, I remain grumpy.
Fair enough. I refuse to be grumpy. I’m in too much of a good mood after all the worrying this weekend.
That’s OK. I have enough grumpy for the both of us.
Mika, rigs, Tel, I don’t have ripped abs, but I have a pair of ripped underwear, will that do? It’s way too hot and humid, I was sweating profusely just walking the dog around the apartment.120 more days till cool weather. I’m having gin and tonics tonight. G&Ts are a very healthful drink, alcohol helps prevent heart attacks, limes prevent scurvy, and quinine prevents malaria.
puggy that hairstyle was a rattail, IIRC.
SCL, maybe the oven wants a water filter because it is hot and thirsty?
No fair, **dogbutler, ** you made me laugh out loud. Quit harshing my grumpy.
If dogbutler’s gonna be fanning anyone in ripped undies, I want my name on the list!
Where do I sign up?
It’s 84 degrees here at 12:30am - surely no one would begrudge a wilting Southern girl a little relief from the heat?
darn it, I didn’t think it would work. Batting her eyelashes always worked for Scarlett, that bitch.
**dogbutler, ** you cracked me right the hell up! That is FUNNY!
The hubby went to bed at 7:30. He was tired, tired, tired. He stayed up way too late Sunday night. He has to be at work 4:30 am, so he didn’t get much sleep. Then yesterday, we were playing on the boat until after 8:00 pm, so we didn’t get home until almost nine. That wakeboarding and skiing takes a lot out of you.
Temps remained fairly comfortable today. I think it was about 76 degrees when I went to the grocery store.
Tomorrow calls for more housework, more housework, and more housework. Those are my ever so exciting plans. Don’t you envy me?