My computer “desk” is my kitchen counter. See those brown packages on the counter? Tug, Rich? Those are your not yet mailed out Prizes. MetalMom? Yours is in the sewing room un-adressed becuase I lost your address..I know, I’m bad. OH! and you can see all the paint! Excitement!
We do have this desk like thingy, But its just for the phone and the cords and sometimes my coffee.
See? Lots of stupid cords. Why does a “wireless” computer need so many cords anyway?
Anyway. I wanted to be, and now I am. Job well done. Someone pat my back for me! Maybe a gold star?
With all of the dental work I have been getting done, as well as the dates for upcoming work (ACK! three teeth- September seventh) (Or was it the Sixth?) I have had a nagging worry sitting at the back of my tonsils mind. Lately it has taken to jabbing me with a pointed stick every time The Husband and I Undress for bed.
Can you give a blow job when you have dentures? Anyone? You in the last row? Sigh.
As it is right now, I cannot do anything Hoover-ish with my mouth. Big gaping hole, exposed bone, that kind of shit. And before that heals I will have a matching hole (hopefully with no bone) on the right.
Looking at the calendar I assume that it is going to be February/March before I can open up the oral amusement park. And then there is the fact that the idea of giving some tubular loving to the Husband without teeth makes my stomach quiver with distaste. I get the immediate picture of a little old gray hair’d lady (Hi Granny) on her knees. (Not that My Granny would know anything about BJ’s)(In fact, I’m pretty sure she is still a virgin)
I need some honesty from the male blogging sect.
Given the choice between having false teeth fly out at an inopportune moment and having your sausage gummed to death, what would you choose?
*note to self* write that post about blow jobs tomorrow morning when you have more time to really bite into the subject.
*note to readers* I told you to ignore this!
We went out to dinner tonight. Not becuase I wasn’t in the mood to cook or we had any insatiable cravings, but because I was too lazy to wash the dishes.
Come to think of it, un-washed dishes are the main reason we eat out. Well except for McDonald’s. I need no excuse for a Big Mac.
It took them almost fifteen minutes to seat us, and then another ten for our drinks to arrive. We were not offered water, and she forgot to bring it no matter how many times we requested it. I had my coffee, so I was willing to let that go.
The Husband’s and my food was brought out first. It took ten minutes for the boys food to come. Half of my dinner went to them as they were starving. Thats ok. My Chicken fingers were burned, My Fries were raw and the dressing I ordered on the side was covering not just the salad, but the fires and chicken as well.
Appetizing.
Rainbow Man spilled his drink and when the server noticed me frantically trying to mop it up with the two napkins she had given our table, she brought me a smelly, dirty rag. Just brought it and handed it to me. It was disgusting. I had to clean up the mess as best I could.
I placed the wet napkins and disgusting cloth on a plate at the edge of the table and went to the washroom to wash my hands and get some paper towel to finish mopping the table.
The plate with the cloth stayed at the table the entire meal. It smelled. Had I mentioned that?
And this was all in the first forty minutes.
It became obvious she wanted us to leave, even though Blue Boy was only one bite into his burger – which she refused to wrap up – when she balanced the bill for the dinner on top of my full cup of coffee.
We got to the counter, still hungry and very upset. This is a small town restaurant, but it’s part of a large franchise. Thomas the Cook. I don’t know if my American readers will have ever heard of it, But in SK, it’s well known. We have gone to this same restaurant many, many times, and had nothing but a good time.
I have been with my husband for 11 years and in all that time, no matter the service, he is polite and kind, and he always leaves a tip, even when I am ready to punch the server for being a dickfucker, he will leave a tip. Today was very different.
At the till, the chick asked how everything was and without hesitation, The Husband said Horrible. He then proceeded to spend five minutes telling her, in explicit detail, why.
“Well, what do you want me to do about it??!” she asked, after giving us a total for over forty dollars. For food we were unable to eat.
We won’t be returning.
But on the plus side, Granny Loves me.
It will take some bribes time for me to think on who to pass this along too. Be generous patient.
We tried to paint spots on the wall tonight but were unsuccessful due to my Supreme Bitchyness. We got nine done. Out of about thirty? More? Less?
- I have absolutely nothing to talk about.
- The kids spent the day either fighting or throwing up.
- I burnt two different batches of cookies.
- I feel slightly ill from the antibiotics, but so far it’’s not that bad.
- A little light headed though.
- I had to turn on the captcha. Sorry. I had forty seven spam comments in under an hour. Thats annoying. I will leave it on for a few days. Hopefully the spambots will be gone by then.
Here’s a photo. Talk amongst yourselves while I go soak in the tub.
(Rainbow Man took this one)
My computer “desk” is my kitchen counter. See those brown packages on the counter? Tug, Rich? Those are your not yet mailed out Prizes. MetalMom? Yours is in the sewing room un-adressed becuase I lost your address..I know, I’m bad. OH! and you can see all the paint! Excitement!
We do have this desk like thingy, But its just for the phone and the cords and sometimes my coffee.
See? Lots of stupid cords. Why does a “wireless” computer need so many cords anyway?
