I'm alive. I last checked at 9:30. Light still on. I watched the latest Merlin, which ended about 10:15. Checked again, and light was off. Went out and chatted. Next thing I know, it's 1pm. I suggested we get brunch. Had a nice meal, talking a whole bunch. Got back about 5, when she headed back to Santa Maria. I thought about doing some outdoor errands, given how nice it was. Instead opted to open windows and air out the apartment, and fell asleep in my recliner.
There were no thank you blow jobs. She has a bf. So, didn't ask, and she didn't offer. And for the record, yes, giving is just as fun as getting.
The reason for the privacy, is she was sleeping on the couch. Kitchen is on the other side of the living room. Given we met a few days ago, I thought it polite to give her space, so she didn't think I was some creepy guy trying to spy on her or something. Shame she has a bf. Cute!!! And given our conversations, our heads share a lot of same space. Oh well.
I'm glad you're alive and well, omnis. I'm sorry she has a bf.
I've found a trick Ryan has yet to pull. My sister posted this on Facebook:
"Well Brody sure fooled me tonight!! Here I was thinking he ate pretty much all his dinner til I changed his nappy and found a stash of fish, chips and veges!!"
Heh. I never found dinner in Emmett's diaper (except in the usual manner), but once we scooped him out of the tub into a towel into a diaper and pajamas and opened him up in the morning to find two of his bath toys (rubber fish) in there.
However, when ex-GF was growing up in the hospital she often hid things down her casts. She'd dig away the under side of the cast and hideaway candy and pencils and whatnot. Which occasionally lead to an explosion of writing implements and butterscotch when they sawed off her cast.
Oh, forgot to mention unusual encounter at brunch. We were walking in to the restaurant, and this lady was sitting on the bench out front talking on the phone. She says "hold on a second", puts the phone to her chest, stops me to ask "did you break both your legs?". What?? No! And we walked in the door.
I mean. Really? No conversation. No, how ya doing? And the first thing you assume is I broke BOTH legs? There are crazy people in this world.
extreme mind boggle
She interrupted her phone call to ask a stranger if you broke your legs!
Expecting a very busy day, so I had to get that off my mind before I get out the door to work. Seriously.
runs out the door shaking head
It's sad when you eat something that's supposed to be a bit of a forbidden treat, and you find it no longer tastes as good to you as it used to. Re: the chocolate glazed donut I just ate.
omnis, that was a nice thing you did. Glad she turned out to be good company and not an axe murderer.
Where do axe murderers stash their axes? Is it like the swords on Highlander?
Where do axe murderers stash their axes? Is it like the swords on Highlander?
It would be kind of cool if most axe-murder victims were other axe-murderers. But... um... recursion loop... might not work.
No can haz coffee. No can haz complete sentences.
It would be kind of cool if most axe-murder victims were other axe-murderers. But... um... recursion loop... might not work.
Clumsiness and tripping have got to be lifestyle hazards.
