... the weather has been agreeble the last couple days, thank goodness, is been practically perfect. Last week was in the 110 degree range and unbearably hot. It made my cat sick. $200 later she is taking her medicine like a big girl.
When I drive to work on the freeway, at the same time every night, there is one embankment area that has the sprinklers running. One sprinkler is out of whack and shoots water out as far as the middle lane. The first time that hit me it startled me. Now I am in another lane before I arrive at that spot but ooooh-eee, it is fun watching other cars get an unexpected wet willie.
I consented to having one of my photos used in a text book on crops. The author is from John Hopkins and the text book will be for sale for $50. You can see the picture here for free.
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A few weeks ago a woman came into where I work. She was wearing a pretty dress. I told her as much and asked where she bought it. I have been on the lookout for something nice for a wedding. Yeah, that wedding. Anyway, she tells me where she bought it, no it wasn't expensive and she bought it at such and such location. So I went there and looked. No dress. I tried the same store, different location, no dress.
I ended up going to Macy's, Penny's, Nordy's, Kohl's, and a bunch of other places. I finally settled on a sleeveless shift, dark blue with lavender and silver grey colored flowers, mostly because I already have shoes that'll match and I have flabless arms like a swimmer.
Few days later this woman comes in again. She asks if I found the dress and I told her no, told her all the places I went and that I ended up getting something else. Then I asked how long ago she bought this dress... TWO MONTHS! No wonder I couldn't find it. A week later she came in, saw me, turned around and walked out. Minutes later she returned, with the dress in a dry cleaner bag and gave it to me.
"You cannot give me this dress, are you crazy?" "I can do anything I want and I want you to have it. You like'd it better than me and you should have it." "Well, thank you."
It fits like a glove. WOW. Sleeveless. I'll wear it to the bridal shower next Saturday instead.
Two letters this week bang my gong as recently as last night. I went out for dinner with some co-workers. One showed up late, texted thru drinks and dinner, actually did a talk to the hand gesture at our server, then disappeared for forty minutes somewhere near the bar.
When she did return, she brought two extras with her that she'd been texting to all night. She wolfed her food down, spilled it out of her mouth onto the table. She was directly across from me. I wanted to gag. She also held up her cell phone and started snapping pictures of herself posing. She was wearing a halter top and her tits were hanging out.
At one point Kyle and Sasha, whose birthdays we were celebrating wanted a group photo and Text Boobage was behind me. I stoood up, departed. I don't trust someone with their tits behind my head. When Kyle asked me later why, I told him I didn't want to end up on her My Space with a goatee and devil horns as the bitch who corrected her table manners. No thanks.
It's like this. People who are incapable of using voice mail instead of compulsive texting or young girls who flaunt their assets are attention whores trying to shore up their own images. If they cannot make you stare in envy, they'll make you stare in wonder.
I wonder where her brain went...
::: kicks over the soap box and stops off ::::
