Loading ...Looks like we’ve got a storm coming up. Gosh… what a surprise. Storm-bringer Chengo strikes (no pun intended) again.
I did finally get my shower today. I needed it - bad. Its not that I was particularly unclean. But this morning before ritualling I doused myself in a potion o’ left-hand pathy goodness. (badness?) I smelled a bit like a newly mummified pharoah. Smelling like the posthumous King Tut isn’t entirely bad, but it gets very cloying and disconcerting after a while.
So I finally got around to washing the mummy-funk off me. (Hey, how many of you have ever typed that sentence?)
Then I had a hot-fudge sundae.
Oh, and do you know it got up to 103 degrees today? I stayed inside, so I didn’t much notice, but someone told me it was that hot outside, and then I suddenly felt hot.
Which is why I had that hot-fudge sundae.
Buy me a beer!
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i could really, REALLY do with some rain. but now i’m not sure if i should beg you to come and visit, because you iz skeerin’ me wif dat reading. *grin*
…although it could, perhaps, explain why i have an unnatural love of rain and storms. this whole drought thing is new and scary for me.
“mummy-funk” is defintely a band name.
(parenthetically: i can’t believe that the computers at the public library won’t let me go to inpassing.org, but they’ll let me go to a site that not only sings its love of the stone penis, but has an actual picture of one… even if it is “art” (‘no, it’s mercury!’ ‘quiet, you!’). sometimes, it’s the little things that make me smile - which doesn’t mean size doesn’t matter.)
Sorry about skeerin’ ya. I’ve been doing that a lot lately, to many people. I’m going to go hide in the corner now and not say anything.
Perhaps I should even be punished. Maybe a spanking is in order.
And R the P’s computer at work won’t let him visit Shattered Prayer. It goes into paroxysms of self-righteous moralizing if he so much as types ’shatt’ into his navigation bar. Its good to know the public library deems us right and proper.
indeed. we’re progressive here in c’ville, we are.
sometimes.
no, no, don’t hide! i appreciate the reading… best one ever, thanks SO much! it’s our fault for being so skittish. heh.
this kind of thing builds character, right?
Yes, indeed, steff. Build that character!
Glad your libraries are ok with SP. More than Richard’s work can say…
My work doesn’t have those kinds of filters, even if we’re not technically supposed to be blogging while at work. I’m entitled to breaks, aren’t I?!
Che, no spankings. Well, maybe just a few smacks…