Sandy is dandy
What we're getting of Hurrican Sandy is basically a pissant tropical storm, big yawn. Gusts of wind, some intermittant rain, nothing terribly impressive. Was at Mb's for a couple nights---HAD to get away from the hellhounds, and we were making jokes about how it was just a big blow, which led to me cracking her up with blow job jokes.
Mb is easy, I can crack her up without half trying...I segued from there to "Grease"---Sandy and blow jobs being the launching point---I don't think she'll ever listen to "Summer Love" the same way again.
Got home and ran right back out for a loaf of bread---otherwise, I'm set. Not going anywhere til church tomorrow. (And I'm really looking forward to those funds for jury duty, because I'm on fumes. Good thing the price of gas is coming down a smidge, every little bit helps.)
And alas, in the middle of Blue Bloods last night, my old portable died. When I say "old", I mean I got it from sbjb 20+ years ago, and it wasn't new then. (The sticker on the back lists the date of manufacture as October, 1988.) It's served me well, and I'll miss it. Now I get to try to hook the converter box up to the big TV, which is nerve-wracking. Also, it's been nice, being able to watch at my desk. Oh well, all good things must come to an end.
Speaking of endings, I still haven't finished a "costume" for karaokegal's CAYN party. I have two things in the works, neither of which is begging to be written. Started something else last week, ran out of gas after the first thousand words and haven't gotten a darn thing done on it since. Am thinking about NaNoWriMo and yuletide, trying to work up some enthusiasm. Nope. My give-a-damn's busted.
Aside from the sloppy weather, it's nice, as in it's only 75F, which is downright blissful. And about darn time!
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Mb is easy, I can crack her up without half trying...I segued from there to "Grease"---Sandy and blow jobs being the launching point---I don't think she'll ever listen to "Summer Love" the same way again.
Got home and ran right back out for a loaf of bread---otherwise, I'm set. Not going anywhere til church tomorrow. (And I'm really looking forward to those funds for jury duty, because I'm on fumes. Good thing the price of gas is coming down a smidge, every little bit helps.)
And alas, in the middle of Blue Bloods last night, my old portable died. When I say "old", I mean I got it from sbjb 20+ years ago, and it wasn't new then. (The sticker on the back lists the date of manufacture as October, 1988.) It's served me well, and I'll miss it. Now I get to try to hook the converter box up to the big TV, which is nerve-wracking. Also, it's been nice, being able to watch at my desk. Oh well, all good things must come to an end.
Speaking of endings, I still haven't finished a "costume" for karaokegal's CAYN party. I have two things in the works, neither of which is begging to be written. Started something else last week, ran out of gas after the first thousand words and haven't gotten a darn thing done on it since. Am thinking about NaNoWriMo and yuletide, trying to work up some enthusiasm. Nope. My give-a-damn's busted.
Aside from the sloppy weather, it's nice, as in it's only 75F, which is downright blissful. And about darn time!
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