Some days the LittleFatBastid acts as if he is telling me something that I have no idea about.
Just the other day he called me a ColdHeartedBitch.
Now before any of yers *gasp in surprised disbelieving horror*…My reaction was like “Well Yeah. And yer point is?”. We both were having a BadDay when he said it. Some days I do think his opinion has a point. Or more, it has a question mark than a point. I do *sometimes* wonder if that is how I truly AM? Then I think Naah my being a ColdHeartedBitch is only ever seen through his eyes. HaHa. My Husband does suffer. But then again, so do I. I mean if you can’t show yer arse to yer spouse…who can you show it to.
Anyway back to the ColdHeartedness [the Bitch part is never in doubt] I wouldn’t say I was cold-hearted. I mean if you take the LittleFatBastid and his definition out of the equation I am nowhere near being cold in the heart. Much the opposite.
YeahYeah let me show yers…aaahHa I HAVE examples!
I’ve stuffed about five bucks in them Damn Salvos Bucket. One time was so the collector would stop ringing that fucking bell, another time was because I thought Damn that poor bugger [I found out she was a girl when she said Thank You blah blah] must be bloody dedicated to be out in this freezing cold…maybe if I stuff a few bucks in her bucket she can go home.
I’m considering giving wonky-eyed-Henry my *winning a tee-shirt or 20 oz bottle of sunkist* bottle lid. Yes, yes I am such a winner. Just going by his ten minutes of …“Aw I wish I’d won that. When did you get it? Before or after me?”… I’m guessing he’d really like it. Might even save it and wrap it up for Chrissy for him. The bloody lid not the actual tee-shirt. If I was going to the trouble of sending off for the tee I’d keep it for me bloody self now wouldn’t I. Ha!
**Highlight of my Night** When I lifted my top to check out the newly forming zit on my back…[Yes, Yes I know I’ve just blown your impression that I am nothing but flawless and pure. Arrhaha okay *cracked myself UP* then.]…I noticed that I am getting a bit skinny again. But skinny in a good way. I also have to admit, when I was scratching my arse [the left cheek to be exact] I thought…no wonder the LitttleFatBastid likes to grab and squeeze it. It felt surprisingly quite uhm supple. Yes soft and supple is the “positive” way of putting it.
On some days I find this practice of his a tad annoying. Although not near as fucking annoying as when his driving routine consists of him flicking and or grabbing me on the left tit…Of course if I’m in an alright mood this annoyance that can segue into irritation [right bloody quick] is pretty much exempt. Because I LIKE IT then. But only then.
HaHa. No wonder he has mental problems.
Speaking of mental problems I think I am working with the wonky-eyed one in a few hours.
Earlier, UnReliableJune rang me to cover her next two shifts.
*eek 3am…trots off to bed*
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go figure.
but slut is acceptable
Giving the winning pop cap sounds like a real good deal. I wish I was on that Christmas list of yours. [WINK]
I always stuff money in the Salvo buckets. It makes me kind of feel like Santa Claus. Don't ask, I can't explain.
how the hell are ye???