a brrief update...
been volunteering my time and expertise to a local club who's executive seems to need some seminars on how to simplify their lives. yes. it is me saying this. it's good to know that gainfully employed individuals can have slightly muddled ways of doing things. there is hope for the butterfly. we should be having a fun and less expensive picnic this year and who knows, maybe this will spur my dumbass husband into action.
on the topic i have been very busy in my nocturnal fantasy life and had three very satisfactory dreamscape affairs in the last week. and for good cause.
i mean, the man weed-whacked a beautiful spread of lily of the valley that was growing in the back. a very impressive extensive and highly rare crop of these seasonal flower that signify GOOD LUCK and PROSPERITY. i-d-i-o-t. did he whack the overgrown grass in the front borders? nah-uh. or clean the maggots out of the bbq? or sort out the tools? or burn the 3 meter high pile of offcuts from pruning? or install the damn sink that's been on the floor for 2 weeks? no time for that. gotta go anhilate that nasty, scary patch of flowers that are about to open in uncontained glory and perfume the entire backyard with their offensive flower smell.
how can i not not feel excited about my future with this person, who, for instance, sees no harm in allowing coorporations to control our water. who is this guy? why am i only finding out about this conservatism and bovine personality and lack of common sense 5 years into the marriage? dumb girl. checks and balances. i'll tell you, there's going to be some checks and balances in this Texas-EuroCanuck trade agreement. no more sex. FOREVER. i shall be keeping my natural resources to MYSELF. and my nightly visitors.
will it ever be right again? (not with that attitude young lady. The Critic)
so this is how i start my day...
good, good, good, good vibrations....
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6 comments:
truth be told, i feel sorry for the guy
he will never get me
i feel sorry fer me too
whah
then again, a trophy wife is a nice thing to have in Texas, so it doesn't really bother him to actually be in sync
as long as there's cable it's ok
and he really is a nice guy
cut to:
WOMAN
RUNS SCREAMING AND PULLING HAIR MADLY THROUGH CORRIDORS OF MIND
but he is a nice guy
lol. most women have a hard time accepting laziness in men... and an even harder time accepting being a trophy wife to a lazy man (unless he's independently wealthy)...
good to know i'm not alone!
the wealth factor certainly would appease but is not a likely event at this rate...
nothing more sexy than watching a competant individual throw themselves into action, and as for the opposite, well...hohum
not that'im perfect. i'm a total wench! (and proud of it)
in what manner is the total wench distinguished from the ordinary lass, or the garden-variety wench?
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