IT'S ALIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!
WHOOT. Anyway, Madam Z's comments reminded me to update about Die Hard man's chin follicle issue. I've nipped that in the bud, in a way. DH didn't admit to wanting a "chin caterpillar" -- thanks, Steph! But a massage-cum-shave deal over the weekend was warmly accepted ... get your minds out of the gutter, people, I don't mean that "cum." OK, I meant to take you to Guttersville, so never you mind.
Besides that, I've got nothing. Nada, mi gente. Except to tell you that it's been DELICIOUS just lying around after work catching up on books and reading--and-writing along to the one I've been meaning to get to forever. It's great to actually get out of the office when my job description says I'm supposed to.
AND even my dreams have been as ho-hum as my waking life. The only good news there is I finally remembered one upon waking and jotted it down in my very neglected dream journal, which is also very squished from having been pushed into the crack between bed headboard and mattress under a pillow.
I dreamt that I stopped by for dinner at a place called Norman's. There's no such place around here, that I know of. It had the feel of an oldster high-end hangout, much like Melvyn's Restaurant and Lounge in Palm Springs. Like Frank Sinatra's ghost still lurking at the bar would be no shock. And the owner of the dream restaurant, Norman, kept repeatedly passing by my table and others, asking us how our dinner was, and twice I choked out "Great, it's great" between mouthfuls. It's like Norman would forget he just asked two minutes ago. Anyway, now that I think about it, the owner also reminds me of Sherman, of Sherman's Deli in Palm Springs. Seriously, if you're ever in Palm Springs, Sherman's Deli is the place to go for kosher and OHMYGOD the made-from-scratch, deep dish apple pie is HEAVEN.
.... mmmmkay, asleep yet? Yes? Good :)
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Hey Baby Girl!
New posts from you are so delish. I never know what's going to cum out of that sexy noodle of yours.
And I believe you KNOW there's only ONE kind of cum spelled C-U-M.
My dreams have plentiful and WILD lately - WILD! Perhaps you'll hear about one later in the week. ; )
*MUUAAAHHH!*
LOL! I don't know what's gonna come out of my noodle sometimes either, especially when my noodle is FRIED and I'm blogging in the wee hours. (((LOVE)))
... hmmm, now I'm intrigued! WhatEVER trouble have you gotten into while I've been kicking it old school with my books?
Are you talking to me? That don't make NO sense Letty Cruz!
Mmmmm...I hope I can dream tonight about Die Hard man's "massage-cum-shave deal." Should be a lot more fun than my usual dreams about things like suddenly remembering I'm having company for dinner and I'm still in my pj's and the house is a wreck and I have no food in the frig.
John: YES, I'm talking to you ;D
... and I totally read that "you talkin' to me" Taxi-Driver-style! It made sense in my frazzled brain when I typed it, hmmm -- meant that can't wait to make some quality blogger-reading time and see what you've been up to in your dreams.
Madame Z: I've had similar housekeeping anxiety dreams, LOL!
I only ever have mild anxiety dreams about losing one of the dogs (Usually Lloyd becuase Lloyd is seriously stupid and always wandering off ) or driving somewhere and not being able to keep my eyes open as I approach a busy intersection . I have been having a chilled book reading fest the last couple of weeks as well :-)
ah, Mr. Beast, I'm at work and missing my books already :(
My dad had a big dumb lovable dog, too, who'd bring us the real nightmare of dead gophers to the front step :)
how am i supposed to have the juevinille fun of making a "cum" reference when you go right ahead and make the joke for me...
thats really not fair...
You can read about one on Saturday. Yes, that's right. I have the special power to POST-DATE my dreams! - WOOT! : )
LIFE'S not fair, buddy! LOL ;D
Write on Letty, and you'll keep em in that secret blog of yours... ;) but yes, write... glad to hear it!
Stay happy!
Peace and love!
aw! Thanks for the encouragement :)
Distraction gets the best of me sometimes, but I'm getting better at keeping on track (((HUGS)))
I love Norman's! What a lovely dream sort of place, where Frank can breeze in at any time.
John isn't quite correct thought - "cum" has the meaning of "converted to", technically - so the "massage cum shave deal" is accurately represented. You are a student of language, and I respect that. Give you props!
awwww (HUG)))) I'm a language nerd since practically birth, would pretend I was writing to kill time while riding the grocery cart with my brother, writing on paper bags, butcher paper, everything. AND I just came from your blog, tried to comment on the Ipod crazy-chick and military man posts but the comment windows wouldn't open GRRR! Will try again (((LOVE)))
I'm glad to hear you know how to relax that sex butt of yours. Try sleeping in a hammock to improve your dreams even more. Perhaps Ol' Norm will be serving you tasty tidbits on a cruise liner.
ah hell NO: Norman butting in every other minute while I try to chill out on the deck!
... sure a whole lot of "butt" around here.
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