P: (walking out of the bathroom, shirtless) I wonder if Del McCoury was ever at a wild party where someone sidled up to him and called him “high and handsome.”
J: The best part of that joke is that you thought of it while you were looking at yourself in the mirror.
This thing is kicking my butt, and I would like to stop with the daily posting, especially when I have nothing at all to say. However, that hasn’t stopped me for the last (all?) several posts, so here we go again. Here’s a fewies.
1. I feel a little embarassed that the person from that teacher-funding charity left a thank-you comment, since the previous post was a little risque. She must think me a brassy humanitarian with Tourette’s.
2. Also, I’d like to clarify that that book is about lab experiments you don’t expect to find science grant money being spent on: sex science. That would be a drier topic than the titillating one you’d expect, but the author is demonstrably hilarious and a smartass to boot, so it will be well worth a read.
I feel there should be more sex science. Aside from how-tos, maintenance, and emotional psychology, has there really been much since Kinsey and Masters & Johnson? Having not been around during the 60s, I really don’t know what I’m talking about, but it seems like the last 20 years have been all “we can/we will” vs. “we shouldn’t/we don’t.” I’m guessing a lot of problems could be avoided if people knew exactly what the parts were and what they do and how. Less therapy, less counseling, fewer meds.
3. It’s 12:33am and I can’t wait to come home from work tomorrow. The weekend has a few highlights: breakfast with someone who “wants to get to know us,” visit from the ringbearers (not hobbits, though they are rather small boys), and dinner at La Bella Vita in NA with some of P’s friends.
Also, today is P’s birthday. He shall be wined, dined, and gifted this evening.
Somehow, my husband gets an unbelieveable amount of emails mis-directed to him. Sometimes it’s fine, and he kindly sends a requested Thanksgiving recipe to someone else’s mother, who turns out to be a sweet old bird in the next town over.
Other times, it’s a harmless, “Yo, are you going to Bo’s party tonight?”
However, he just received this* from some woman. I suppose I would be a little pissed if it wasn’t so horribly funny (for us) and embarassing for her (when she finds out), sending her naughty nickers to a strange man (unless she meant to. Wench!). He decided not to respond, but the sad beast has RE-sent the ecard. This time, we came up with the following response and hope it works. I wish I could see her face when she realizes what happened.
“Such an ecard is sure to get a response when sent to the correct address.
Have a nice day!”
*make sure you have the sound turned up.