Hex, Cell Phones And Pizza-Loving Dogs
As those of you who read this blog know that I hate my cell phone, I like odd movies and television and I have dogs.
It disappoints me, the cell phone that is, but, alas, is needed in this day and age. I guess my war with my cellphone will never end.
But I hate it at times and being that I originally thought I bought it for my convenience, I have sadly been proven otherwise. And it’s dead across the room for me but the charger is downstairs. Maybe I need a groovier phone.
So, you know, there’s that. Pretty minor in the scheme of things.
And I’m fighting off four dogs who want a pizza I ordered. They really like pizza and when it’s ordered there is usually a battle of wits between my dogs and myself.
They usually win in grand high fashion and then mock me in their canine ways.
But what is so groovy and lovely is I have done absolutely nothing today, had a wonderful meal last night (with the swimming crew whom I’m quite smitten with today) cooked by a guy that should be hired by any restaurant in the known world as one of the best Meat-On-A-Grill chefs I’ve ever eaten and I’m headed out of town next week. This, with the anticipation of Hex being on tonight and that I haven’t had to put on a bra today as I laid around in decadence has made me smile and feel pretty good with the world around me.
This is of the good. And you know, I realize I don’t count my blessings like I should.
So today, I’m counting them.
And it being Bruce Campbell day and all, life is just a-okay.
It’s always a good day when you don’t have to put on your bra and head to work. Swimming (I finally said screw the weather and went anyway) and pizza just make it that much better.
I simply don’t know wtf is going on, here.
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Braless with pizza is of the good, my friend, Of. The. Good.
Sadly, I am just braless with no pizza.
Klinde, Must go get pizza.
Or beer.
I would just say being braless with beer is about the grooviest.
JP, I know. Mindless nonsense is what I’m all about.
Ron, Swimming is of the good.
I am about to head out for beer. Unfortunately that means bra….
Yeah. I get that completely as it must be done when I leave the house so I don’t scare the natives.
Ohh Ohh another Hex lover like the wife and I…a woman with taste and class no doubt…did you say no bra?
Braless in Hooterville
Did that star Tom Hanks? or was it Larry the Cable Guy?
Oh, I know.
It must have starred Divine.
John Waters would love to direct that one. I’m just sure of it.
I open myself up to a world of shit, don’t I, Squirrel Queen.
LeBlanc, Hex is of the good.
Umm, to answer your question, yup.
Good day in Hooterville.
I’ve got to get reacquainted with Bruce Campbell. He’s absolutely awesome, not to mention hot.
Yes he is.
I love me some Bruce.
And being handsome AND self-deprecating is of the good.
Back in the world of “packing in the girls”. Bras suck; therefore, there will be beer. Lots and lots of beer…. Yay me!!
BTW, it’s hefeweissen night for Klinde and her German. Prost!
Beer means bra in German? The things I learn on these here innertubes.
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