Sunday Morning ...

[OneLustyWench]

I'm excited to get it. I haven't had a new toy in a while. Thanks for the recommendation.

Hope you really like it like I do! Fills you up, hits the hot spots, lets you move on it and vibrates, what's not to enjoy?

 

[impressive]

Time for bed.

G'night, Lit.

 

[impressive]

I would really rather be sleeping.

And, I'll add BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

The stars are gorgeous, though.

 

[Vermilion]

yeurrrrrgggggggggh.

Very *very* late night last night, hangover by association (ie- I don;t drink, but I swear I take on other peoples' hangovers by osmosis), ear infection resurfacing and all the dancing last night has made me ache in places that only really really vigorous sex can usually touch (inner thighs anyone?).

T'was a damn good night though

Dinner Dance with the volunteer organisation I work with. Everyone in their very finest, lots of alcohol and good friends, some cheesy music, a conga line (which I filmed, rather than partook of) and general hilarity - shame about the gravy on my silk dress.
I wish I ahd someone who'd cook for me, for once.

 

[Chantilyvamp]

my contribution for this morning

(My sister sent this to me last night and I swear I laughed so hard I damn near went totally hysterical with it. I laughed enough to start crying and to make hubby come see what I was laughing about!)

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Killer chili

I went grocery shopping recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're definitely going to Mess Yourself' Chili. Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off.

Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement 2'.
Despite habanera peppers swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my next door neighbors as 'thunder and lightning'.

Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for the market, a local Wal-Mart grocery store that I often haunt in search of tasty tidbits.

Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the pain hit me.

Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about.
I'm referring to that 'Uh oh, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different.

The habaneras in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms which would bring sweet relief, it happened.
The peppers fired a warning shot.

There I stood, alone in the spice and baking aisle, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an elderly woman turned into it.

I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what her reaction would be to the malodorous effluvium that refused to dissipate. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate.

I could've warned that poor woman but didn't. I simply watch ed as she walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do before gathering her senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving her arms about her head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh.
.......BIG mistake!!!!!

Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.

Suddenly things were no longer funny. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand mal assplosion took place.

Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my ass is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Sonofabitch!', then quickly left.

Once finished I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store em ployee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.' That of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.

Home again without having shopped, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls.

The next day I went to shop at Albertson's. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they're going to have to repaint the store..

 

[impressive]

One more.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Had to take Mama to the airport. Yanno, the streets are really, really deserted on Sunday morning before dawn. Especially appreciated given how foggy it was . . .

 

[JagFarlane]

Just some coffee to start the morning and doing some cleaning around the house. Need to finish up cleaning, start packing for NY, and pull the old alternator out of my car.

 

[impressive]

I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't get comfortable. (Need a bigger bed -- and sooner rather than later.) So now I have fresh coffee with heavy cream, soft music, dim lighting. I'm the only one awake, and it's quite peaceful.

I'm going to do some menu planning, list making, and getting the guest room ready for next week's guests.

When the household wakes, I'll tackle the laundry. The boxes in the bedroom are going somewhere else TODAY, even if it's into the attic temporarily. I'm not tripping over them any more. So totally done with that. The stuff for Goodwill is going into the back of my car, and I'm starting a box for duplicate books, which will go to Books for Troops.

If there's time today, I'm also gonna clean the grunge off some stuff that went into "clean" storage -- 'cause, well, it's not.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Early morning coffee, that slight sense of "is there a fast way out that doesn't involve major felonies?" and acknowledging I have a slight crush on Ursula in the new George of the Jungle cartoons.

Maybe the afternoon will be better.

 

[Guest]

awake.... maybe

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Awake and sitting here with breakfast to eat before I go in search of boxes to do more packing.

 

[Selena_Kitt]

Waiting for breakfast in bed... eggs and sausage... yum!

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Waiting for breakfast in bed... eggs and sausage... yum!

Breakfast in bed? I'm jealous.

 

[Just-Legal]

The fiance's out, I'm playing WoW and giggling with my friends.

 

[Selena_Kitt]

Breakfast in bed? I'm jealous.

He cooks breakfast on the weekends... probably the only time I manage to eat protein in the morning instead of carbs. And he's, ya know, one of those cooks who needs the kitchen all to himself. So I just stay in bed!

But I'll share with ya!

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

He cooks breakfast on the weekends... probably the only time I manage to eat protein in the morning instead of carbs. And he's, ya know, one of those cooks who needs the kitchen all to himself. So I just stay in bed!

But I'll share with ya!

*if* mine cooks breakfast, he expects me to get up to eat it, lol.

 

[cloudy]

My living room is filled with little boys playing some version of Wrestlemania on the playstation, so I'm spending my morning curled up in my warm bed with a good book.

I'm not complaining.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

The fiance's out, I'm playing WoW and giggling with my friends.

I would say good morning, but it's not morning there, is it?

 

[impressive]

Awake and sitting here with breakfast to eat before I go in search of boxes to do more packing.

Where/when are you moving?


(And congratulations on your Phaze contract!)

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Where/when are you moving?


(And congratulations on your Phaze contract!)

It's a possibility we may be surrendering the house in our bankruptcy because even though our mortgage company swears they don't want the house, they sure seem to be trying to screw us (long story.)

We want to move anyway, just didn't want to lose the house in that manner. So, I'm making preparations just in case. We need to move closer to hubby's work. He drives a 2 hour round trip every day in a vehicle that's not great on gas mileage and also 12 years old.

(Thanks! I haven't made an announcement about it yet because I wasn't sure when it was allowable to do so, lol.)

Edit: Just realized I didn't say where or when, LOL. If the above comes about, it'll likely be round the end of the year and we will be moving to a neighboring state.

 

[impressive]

It's a possibility we may be surrendering the house in our bankruptcy because even though our mortgage company swears they don't want the house, they sure seem to be trying to screw us (long story.)

We want to move anyway, just didn't want to lose the house in that manner. So, I'm making preparations just in case. We need to move closer to hubby's work. He drives a 2 hour round trip every day in a vehicle that's not great on gas mileage and also 12 years old.

(Thanks! I haven't made an announcement about it yet because I wasn't sure when it was allowable to do so, lol.)

Edit: Just realized I didn't say where or when, LOL. If the above comes about, it'll likely be round the end of the year and we will be moving to a neighboring state.

Sorry to hear about the house, but I hope the move opens the door to all kinds of new opportunities and goodness in your lives!

 

[Selena_Kitt]

Sorry to hear about the house, but I hope the move opens the door to all kinds of new opportunities and goodness in your lives!

Ditto.

Similar thing happened to us... he was driving 100 miles to work, and we couldn't afford the commute anymore. Esp when gas was up at $4 a gallon!

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Sorry to hear about the house, but I hope the move opens the door to all kinds of new opportunities and goodness in your lives!

Ditto.

Similar thing happened to us... he was driving 100 miles to work, and we couldn't afford the commute anymore. Esp when gas was up at $4 a gallon!

Thanks. The thing that bothers us the most is the possibly equity we have in the house and losing it... but on the flip side, with the housing market the way it is, we have no guarantee of getting anything close to what the house is worth if we sell it, so we might not would get any of that equity anyway. And selling it is a big *if*.

We could move and not have such a high monthly house payment, plus have no taxes or home owners insurance to pay. Plus the gas (though it's not as bad as it was) and time issue. And I have other reasons for wanting to get away from where we are now.

We should know something fairly soon about if and when it's happening.

 

[Selena_Kitt]

Thanks. The thing that bothers us the most is the possibly equity we have in the house and losing it... but on the flip side, with the housing market the way it is, we have no guarantee of getting anything close to what the house is worth if we sell it, so we might not would get any of that equity anyway. And selling it is a big *if*.

We tried to sell. When we moved out, our house was appraised around $160,000. Today? $74,000. When we moved out, we had $40,000 in equity. Tried to sell, but fuggedabottit! The market sucked then... and it sucks even worse now. Just before the foreclosure, we were upside down/underwater... we would have owed more than they deemed it was worth. This whole world really is upside down.