{{{Gud}}}

Work~ma, {{{Fay}}}.

vw, I am sorry you didn't get the job. I hope something better comes along. Much interview~ma for tomorrow.

Much ~ma to Beth's Matt.

Teppy is not invisible, and, in case I forgot to say this, she is even prettier in person.

but you have to attempt to see it as only a different viewpoint and not a personal attack.

I know. But I'm not ready for that yet. And, you know, I just wish he'd think something was cool that I thought was cool. It feels like it's been a long time since that happened.

You rang?

Um, yeah. Got some. And then some more. And then again...and again.

Let me just say that there are definite advantages to enthusiastic, energetic 25 year olds.

I'm sweating, just recalling.

Er...yeah. It was fun.

I have my mom's .22 rifle in a closet. I have bullets hidden two floors away.

Mom has my 20 gauge shotgun as hostage, 230 miles from here. Dad gave me that when I was about 15.

I planned to go target shooting again, someday. Never got around to it. I've had mom's rifle for 6 years, and haven't remotely even considered using it in anger, not for a second. Even before my gun safety classes when I was about 12, I saw them as just a neat device and never placed extra fear nor extra reverence on guns.

In Boy Scouts I was a good target shooter, but I've never been interested much in killing animals. I thought knowing what to do if I ever needed it in a survival situation would be handy, but that's about it.

I once shot and killed a woodchuck with the shotgun. He was slowly destroying the cabins at the resort I managed. It's lucky I'm a good shot, because I never want to feel the way I felt after I saw it tumble. And if the feeling I had was that bad for an animal, I can't imagine...

Most likely Mom and I will sell our rifle and shotgun. She's 76 and not likely to use her rifle again. I have no interest in target shooting with a shotgun. Sometimes I think we keep them in our respective homes only because they remind us of dad.

And now I miss him. Go figure.

OK, Erin--how did you meet this 25 year old? Are you going to see him again? I'm jealous. I have a horrible feeling I'll be amongst 150 hot lesbians this weekend and not get any.

Went out with a bunch of girlfriends for a bday celebration. Ended up touring 3 or 4 bars; he bought me some shots, flirted, and I took him home and shake and baked him like a virile little pork chop.

Ya want more more deets? I'll e you....

Heh. Nah, I just wanted the basics. More deets would just make me more jealous. Go you with the GA!

THem be the basics. I been walking around with a silly smile on my face at weird moments.

He's got my number, though. I don't think he's dating material, per se....but I have his number, too, and I think he's got definite drunk-dial booty call potential.

Rowr.

Go, Erin!

I'll save you guys the TMI, but....(it was kinda the best sex I've ever had.)