When The Captain saw a picture I was posting below, he said…
HIM: You don’t have to blog every detail of your life.
ME: Yes, I do! That’s what people like to read. They like the little details about what you eat, what you make, what you cook, what you do with your day, etc., even if it’s laundry. As long as you have pictures, it’s all good!
ME: And I don’t blog EVERY detail. I have never blogged about our sex life.
HIM: ~ Eyebrows raise…silence…crickets chirp ~
ME: I only blog about fantasy sex, like with David Letterman.
HIM: WHAT?! David Letterman?
ME: Yes, and sometimes David Spade.
~ Back door slams and he’s gone ~
Hee-hee. I know how to shut him down after 20 years.
And, yes, David Letterman. I don’t know why I dream about him that way, but I have done it for years and years. Weird.
Bring on the Mundane…
The Ultimate Angus from Arby’s
I ate just a little over half…
The rest is in the fridge for a snack later.
Marble Pumpernickel-Rye Toast…
With Spray Margarine
I thought I had more of these made.
It’s slow-going with these.
I’ll probably find two or three more hidden under a pile of yarn somewhere. I swear I’ve done more.
I told you it was MUNDANE.
Guess what I want?
I miss my big dogs.
I want a Rottweiler.
I said it.
The Captain will kill me.
But only for a second and then he’ll melt into a pile of mush. He loves dogs as much as I do. Do you really think he could live with me and not? Or maybe he just loves me so much he’s willing to put up with it. Maybe. If I go missing, check for my body buried in the backyard.
I’m just in the thinking stage now.
It’s very dangerous when Pammy Sue THINKS HARD and OFTEN.