Couple Days Off

Thankfully!

----Anyway, I was thinking about how cool it was if we all started calling people "motherfucker".

I mean, you want some fast food and pull into the drive-through and the voice comes out, "Thank you for visiting Garbageburger, motherfucker. Would you like to try our new double Landfill Burger today?"

And then you'd say, "No thank you, motherfucker. I just want the Quarter Pound Crapburger, no onions and a large order of fries."

"Okay, that's one Quarter Pound Crapburger and a large fry. That'll be $7.60 at the first window, motherfucker."

Then you pull up and hand the attendant your debit card or cash and she hands you the receipt and says, "Thank you, motherfucker. Please pull up to the front window."

Just a thought.

----I was at FSU for two weeks when I met Jack and started dating him. One day, he made a dare and I accepted it. Luckily, we were on a deserted stretch of highway. And Jack lasted about a month. Whatever.

----I have some days to burn off before the end of the year, and I'm going to enjoy using them. I can't believe that a part-time bookkeeping job turned into, well, this.

That could be a good entry. College dropout to medical secretary to medical office technician to part-time legal bookkeeper to full-time legal bookkeeper to legal office manager.

Actually, it WAS an entry back in the 360 days. So it shouldn't be too hard to write it up again.

----Speaking of boyfriend, we just celebrated four years of extramarital bliss! I met Ryan in October, 2007. A few months later, I met his wife, Alex.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......talk about a subject for another entry.

----I really wish the wives of my male slaves (excepting Alexandra, of course), would kindly allow their husbands time away to have sex with me. I find it quite rude that Tom's and Nick's wives don't allow their husbands some personal time. I mean, c'mon. How are they supposed to get some on the side?

----Get this. My hubby isn't a huge fan of one particular NASCAR driver. He likes a lot of them. But apparently a lot of NASCAR fans pick a driver and root for him. So hubby and his buddies are at a restaurant in Charlotte grabbing some dinner on Friday night.

Now, my hubby's in his fifties and extremely good-looking. So he gets hit on at times. So he called me from the restaurant and tells me this really cute waitress is hitting on him. I tell him to have fun if he wants to cash in.

He didn't. Something just didn't feel right about it. He couldn't put his finger on it, so to speak. But he made the right call. If your gut is telling you something, it's usually best to listen.

Okay, that's it. Until I post again, take care, motherfuckers.