Burning a Mule

Honey, I’m hoooooooooome!

We had a blissfully uneventful ride home. No wrong turns, no flat tires, no accidents, no puking, no panic attacks… Yay!

I don’t think Hunky quite understands my new lover, Ikea. I think he’s jealous. I showed him the catalog and he spurned my choice of kitchen layout. Watch it there, Sparky; you’re treading on thin ice. Hell hath no fury like a woman’s Ikea scorned. You do not provoke the ire. You poke badgers with spoons, too, don’t you?!

An old Vox QotD: Which person from your past, who you’ve lost touch with, do you wonder about the most?

I had a high school friend, WW, who was in band and a couple of other classes with me. He was a percussionist, and had a fantastic sense of humor. I might have asked him out if I hadn’t been with The Girl Beater. A shared love for Calvin & Hobbes made us kindred spirits. When I met him, I had just started dating TGB, so he was a good friend but quickly declared off limits by TGB. Then WW and started skipping school together and going to the mall the next state over (it was only a 45 minute drive). We were friends until we graduated then he went into the Marines and we lost touch. My best memories of high school are sitting on the floor of one of the bookstores at the mall, reading Calvin & Hobbes together, both of us laughing so hard we’re crying. He wasn’t ugly, but I wasn’t physically attracted to him. But he was smart and funny and I liked me when I was with him. I think I might’ve had a wee crush on him. I wouldn’t mind finding him again just to say “Hey, wassaahhhhhhppppp.”

Hunky is going through the Online Slang Dictionary and he’s found the section on “to defecate” and is laughing and crying and falling out of his chair and losing control of his bladder, so tonight’s post over at his house should be quite amusing.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz