Well, all righty!
There is no news from others today. My own news is that I am currently awaiting the arrival of the plumber as we speak!
And no, sadly, not the plumber I used to live with for nearly 7 years -- also known as, "the love of my life." Wow, did he save me a fortune on plumbing bills, though. It is really great to be in love with a plumber. Although, I don't recommend falling in love with one just to get free plumbing. Especially if the plumber in question is indescribably sexy -- as mine was. You may never know who you're going to lose him to but I sure as heck did lose him to someone.
One night, several years ago, I was in the kitchen making dinner and in walked the plumber/love-of-my-life, from a hard day's work of plumbing over in Princeton, NJ.
"How was your day?" I asked.
"Weird," he said.
"Really? In what way?" I asked.
"I had to fix a leaky pipe under a woman's kitchen sink today. When I came out from under her sink, she was standing there in a pink thong and a pair of high heels and nothing else."
"Really?" I said. The image that sprang to mind was quite vivid.
"Really," he said.
"What did you do?" More imagery sprang to mind, of a rather X-rated nature.
"Nothing," he said. "I kind of felt sorry for her. She seemed lonely. I didn't want to embarrass her so I just told her I was flattered but that I was happily married."
I can't help but wonder if/when he stopped saying that he was "happily married."
I'm guessing it was my fault somehow, but onward.
On another note
I am at loggerheads with the new short story. But perhaps today will be the day the dam bursts and the deluge of words upon the page begins! We can only hope, right? (Right! -- Or should that be, Write!) (Ha ha)
This just in...
Another nice review of my latest book, Entangled Lives: Memoirs. This one is over at Curled Up with a Good book.com. You can read the review here.
Okay. Well, I guess I should get crackin' here. I spent way too long looking at artificial Christmas trees that are on sale online. I came very, very, very close to buying one that was 7 1/2 feet tall, covered in multi-colored lights, and "realistic" looking...until I saw that the delivery charges were going to be a cool 90 bucks. Whoa. I guess I will just get in the fucking car and pick it up myself. Unbelievable. But on that note, I'm outta here. Thanks for visiting, gang!
And no, sadly, not the plumber I used to live with for nearly 7 years -- also known as, "the love of my life." Wow, did he save me a fortune on plumbing bills, though. It is really great to be in love with a plumber. Although, I don't recommend falling in love with one just to get free plumbing. Especially if the plumber in question is indescribably sexy -- as mine was. You may never know who you're going to lose him to but I sure as heck did lose him to someone.
One night, several years ago, I was in the kitchen making dinner and in walked the plumber/love-of-my-life, from a hard day's work of plumbing over in Princeton, NJ.
"How was your day?" I asked.
"Weird," he said.
"Really? In what way?" I asked.
"I had to fix a leaky pipe under a woman's kitchen sink today. When I came out from under her sink, she was standing there in a pink thong and a pair of high heels and nothing else."
"Really?" I said. The image that sprang to mind was quite vivid.
"Really," he said.
"What did you do?" More imagery sprang to mind, of a rather X-rated nature.
"Nothing," he said. "I kind of felt sorry for her. She seemed lonely. I didn't want to embarrass her so I just told her I was flattered but that I was happily married."
I can't help but wonder if/when he stopped saying that he was "happily married."
I'm guessing it was my fault somehow, but onward.
On another note
I am at loggerheads with the new short story. But perhaps today will be the day the dam bursts and the deluge of words upon the page begins! We can only hope, right? (Right! -- Or should that be, Write!) (Ha ha)
This just in...
Another nice review of my latest book, Entangled Lives: Memoirs. This one is over at Curled Up with a Good book.com. You can read the review here.
Okay. Well, I guess I should get crackin' here. I spent way too long looking at artificial Christmas trees that are on sale online. I came very, very, very close to buying one that was 7 1/2 feet tall, covered in multi-colored lights, and "realistic" looking...until I saw that the delivery charges were going to be a cool 90 bucks. Whoa. I guess I will just get in the fucking car and pick it up myself. Unbelievable. But on that note, I'm outta here. Thanks for visiting, gang!
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