You know he’d just be looking up your dress anyway, don’t you?
I don’t have any stories of unrequited young love to relate. I had girlfriends in my teens and twenties whom I liked very much, and even had a few crushes on unobtainable women (Elke Sommer - rowr!), but I don’t think I was ever really in love in those years. I decline to relate anything that has happened since my 30th birthday.
Please give Rue a tweak in the cheek from me - you can pick the cheek. 
FCD just called - they’re leaving CA tonight, so he should get home in the wee small hours of Sunday, plus or minus some. That means I just have 2 more days alone. And 2 more days to clean up this place. :eek: :eek: :eek:
It’s overcast and a bit drizzly, T-storms forecast for tonight, which means both critters will be trying to sleep on me. Last night, I resisted the urge to be a lush… OK, I was too lazy to pour me some wine. But I was in bed at 8:30, and asleep before 9. The cat woke me at 3 and again at 4, but for the most part, I had a good night. So yay! I felt mostly rested today, and I’m hoping the threat of thunderboomers won’t break up my night.
So, what flavor ice cream should I have for dinner?? 
Rum Raisin
Blue Bell chocolate mint
I’m right here, and no, I didn’t stop by last week. I read up, but I didn’t contribute. I can be selfish that way.
I think it was Tuesday when this happened, but I’m not sure. I’m trying to suppress the memory. Maybe by telling all you people, it’ll jump out of my head (and into yours).
There was this cat what cam into the hospital. It was having pee-related troubles. So we needed a pee sample from the cat. So the Lady Doctor squoozed around on the cat’s tummy to see if her bladder was full. It was. it was really full. It was so full when the Lady Doctor squooshed her, she had to start peeing right then. And we were over the sink so the sample would have just run down the drain. Where it wouldn’t have done us any good medically. And then we’d have to keep the cat around all day whilst she built up a new bladder-load of pee. And there wasn’t time to get a basin or nuthin’. So I… I… stuck my very own hand into the pee stream to save some sample so we could run the pee test on it.
Ick.
But the pee was fine. No problem for the cat.
I volunteered to be peed on by a cat. Pity me.
Some other stuff happened at work too, but that was pretty much the highlight. Or low point. Either way.
There. I’ve contributed this week. Now, no pinching.
oooooo - may I borrow this fantasy? I’d apply it to the boyfriend who dumped me when he was at sea (kinda backward, huh?) - his reasons included the fact that at the time, I listened to John Denver tapes. Yeah, I was definitely well rid of him.
Pity you? Why? You are now somebody’s fetish.
FCM - get thee to the liquopr emporium. Procure a bottle of Godiva Chocolate stuff (don’t want to try and mis-spell licquer…eh, liqceur…lickher…uh, booze).
Pour a generous amount over the finest vanilla ice cream you can find. Top with a couple cherries. You’re welcome.
**Rue **- I once had a diabetic cat, in the 80’s. I had to hold strips while he peed. Of course, then the object was to MISS my hand. Not the same thing, huh?
MBG - that sounds yummy. I’m not leaving the house tonight, but when I’m out running errands, I shall look for the Godiva booze!
And your story broke my heart - wow…
Rue, I guess you can now say, from experience, that it’s better to get pissed off than pissed on??
Uh, Mister Bus Man Sir … I am in awe. I mean, damn.
pause to regain composure
I … wow. Shit. I’m speechless. Was it hard to deal with? Oh man.
I should get a website.
Not to catch it, just for containment, both boys peed in or on my hand at one point or another. Luckily for me (and probably them, at least in terms of therapy needs) all this stopped when they were very small. (Changing a little baby boy’s diaper in a drafty room is always an adventure.)
For the record, Bernie, my dog, is an idiot. I’ve got the TV on. A doorbell rang in a commercial. She went into a barking jag! Idiot. Made me miss the dialogue in a perfectly good commercial!
Ok. Married, with a 16 year old daughter, and you have to grieve for an ex you’re obviously still close to, that your wife has met once and never ever spoken of, about or to since the one time she met her.
Explain to same wife that you’re going to the wake, the funeral and in fact have been invited (but refused) to accompany her sisters to Ireland.
It was a SERIOUS test, and one of those moments that convinced me I married the right woman, because as hard as it was for her, she understood what I had to do, and stayed with me.
It’s also never discussed around the house. Any of you’se guys ever have the chance to meet me and the wife, do me a favor, and don’t bring this up to her.
The Godiva Liquers come in Dark Chocolate, White Chocolate, and my personal favorite, Cappucino.
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I refuse to speculate as to why.
Oh, and I think you should tweak Rue anyway, 'cause it’ll be fun. And we’re all about the fun around here.
nope - they’re all about Custom Kitchen Cabinet Remodelling
and now, **Ringtones ** and Identity Theft
Bumba - those must have been special messages just for you - I’m getting Kitchen Cabinets and Ringtones. Maybe you should repent or something. By extension, maybe I should do the dishes, huh?
Ya know, maybe tweaking Rue would be mean. Of course, if I was lucky enough to be there, I’d just have to take him in my arms and lay a major liplock upon him.
- (was that in my out loud voice??)*
Godiva liqueurs (sp??) make dandy chocolate martinis, too, with some espensivo vodka as the base. 
mbg, I’m willing to bet the wife has her own old flame back in history sommers. Still, you are a lucky man that you’ve had some pretty intense love affairs in your day. Not everyone can say that.
rue, squoosher vet obviously wasn’t a scout. She was not prepared. You, on the other hand, showed true initiative and creativity. Is there a badge for that?
heh. The only serious relationship she had, was one that lasted a few years, and ended right before we met also. Several years after we married, she found out he committed suicide.
We’re both not good ex’s are we? It may be one reason we stay together, fear of what happens to our ex’s.
