Yesterday was apparently "Celebrate Visible Panty Lines Day" at work.
I can't wait to see what to see what we're celebrating today.
blue sea star

Desperately seeking...

I need the following:

1. water noises - waves, gull squawks, etc
2. warm, salty-smelling air
3. a place to sit, near 1. and 2., to read 
4. sand to bury my feet in
5. a nearby bar (or similar) blasting great music

and I need it all really close to my house so I can go there after work, today.

Thoughts, anyone? 

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Here are the rules: 1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me." 2. I will respond by asking you 5 questions of a (possibly) very personal nature. 3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions or answer in comments on this post. 4. You will include this and an offer to interview someone else in the post. 5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them 5 questions. 

So... daddysbrokengrl  asked me this: 

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Ransom Note


If you ever want to see your pink-lidded Tupperware bowl and your fork alive again, you must place vast quantities of dried peas and wasabi peas in a plain brown bag and deliver them to my door.
You have 24 hours, only - or your pink lid will begin its new life as a kitty litter box liner.

cindy (ferocious!)

Girl Talk

My progeny is in Alabama with her father for the spring break.  Here follows a small sampling from our most recent bout of text messaging:

Me: I want chocolate and french fries and chocolate-covered french fries and fried chocolate, and then I want some... ohh... chocolate for dessert. And a potato chip. And a bag of Tings.

Margaret:  me 2.  last night all i wanted to do was scream OWWWW MY UTERUSSSS but daddy probably would have looked at me really weird.

Me: Make him take you out for mexican at some place where you can plug in a heating pad and cower in the corner.

Marge: he wont go

Me: Sure he will.  Cry, and mention the word "cramps."  It will render him senseless, and you'll have cheese dip before you can say PMS.



Last night, on the bus coming home from the city, the people behind me were earnestly discussing whether fish can fake orgasm.

Burn out

If you ran away from home to join the circus today, what job there would you want?

I think I definitely want to be the costume designer/seamstress.
I was thinking about becoming that woman in the little feathered outfit who rides, standing up, on the horses.  But really - my balance isn't that great some days, and since I don't know what that particular job is even called, I don't quite know how to apply for it.

(And please - don't give me shit about the animal cruelty that happens at the circus.  This is a theoretical running-away only.  I'd need some place with easier access to showers and coffee than I think a circus atmosphere could provide, anyhow.)