Variety is the Spice of Life
My sweetie, who has been suffering a sore throat for a couple of days, gets out of bed, heads to the bathroom, returns. I check the clock – it’s a full half hour after his usual wake time. He returns. I am still snuggled deep under the comforter, eyes closed, savouring the last three minutes of languor. I call to him from my cocoon.
“You staying home today?”
My eyes fly open when Lou Rawls answers. “Oh, yeah, I think so.”
I roll over to face him. “Come over here. I want to make out with a big black man.”
I close my eyes.
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It's Not All Mary Poppins 
Hee hee!
Now have an extra dose of vitamin C…or we’ll see a post about making out with Kathleen Turner over on Lou Rawl’s blog in a few days!
Reminds me of a story you may know, about a puppy (Rolly) with a larger than corgi sized voice, if you remember it. (-:
Sounds can be deceiving
Lory: Called him at work to tell him to go read your comment – he loved it! Thanks!
Bill: But sounds never lie…
Bwa hahahah.
That’s all.
aww..he went to work.
what a guy!
hope he gets to feelin better!!!
Haley: Life is funny in wee snippets. Glad you liked this one. (You will impress the socks off some of my readers by being able to comment on a post about yer mum’s sex life.) Mothers don’t have sex lives; every child on the planet was immaculate conception, apparently… Bwah ha ha.
Kimmyk: He did, though he didn’t roll in till about ten! (NOT my fault: my first client shows up at 7:45 a.m., so he had LOTS of time after I was done with him!) Today he’s aiming for the 9 a.m. staff meeting, woohoo. Brave man.