feeling better

not so bitchy.

oh, i'm still a bitch.

it's just on the back burner for the moment--ready to spring forth at any moment.

without notice.

fuck yeah.

so anywho. found this cute girl today, who is just getting started. We have a lot in common: she has twins and has good taste in blogs. ; ) in other words, she linked me.

and i wanted to remind you all to go to The Giggle Pitt and buy a book for every child you know. That's my girl, and she's a struggling small business owner. so spend all your money there. or for you kinky folks, you could go here and support her in a more exciting manner...raaawr...

okay, enough shameless plugs. but you know, i figure it this way: i'd rather spend my money with hard working small time individuals who appreciate it than dump it into corporate america and not make a dent.

so there.

and i SWEAR to all the gods of this earth that i will not talk about anything serious again for a really long time.

at least two days.

so now i need to go do the dishes because two of my husband's brothers are coming over to play Risk.

i LOVE risk.

it's not going to be the Lord of the Rings version this time, but it'll still be fun.

also, i suck at it.

anything that requires strategy i might as well just play with my eyes closed.

oh well. it's still fun to move all the pretty little pieces around.

heh.

oh yeah, and it's fun to WIN.

like last night.

maybe we'll play strip risk.

you know...the one time i played strip poker it went a little something like this....

the day started with a bet. well, more like a deal: he would let me drive his 77 Camaro if i would drive to the next county to buy him some beer (no beer on sundays down in byu-ville). hell yeah, i said. he was a cook, i was a waitress. he was a beautiful hippie type. i was me. so i drove, like the wind, you might say. anticipation skimming through my veins. I got back just as his shift ended. We tossed the case of bud light in the trunk and headed for the back roads—so I could open er up. As old and semi-junky as that car was, it flew. So we headed back to his place. We were in his room, drinking the beer, playing cards. I suggested strip poker, but when it came time to remove the bra…well, shy girl held a blanket in front of her, so he followed suit. Well, next it was on to a game of truth or dare. He dared me to give him a massage from ankle to ankle…once again shy girl skipped the important part…but would get to it later. After the first kiss. We had some wild sex that night. As soon as it was over we agreed that it meant nothing. Of course, that didn’t stop us from engaging in similar activities on other occasions. And a couple of years later he introduced me to my husband. Needless to say, he didn’t get invited to the wedding.

true story.