Well, we’ve determined that I’m the only one with a filthy mind.

Frankly, y’all don’t know what you’re missing out. I love being a dirty girl. LOL I am disappointed though that nobody else saw “Last Call for our Huge, Sweet Cherries” and immediately wondered if a Spammer had finally gotten creative.

I mean, aren’t you sick of:

Do VIAGra (Do you really “do” viagra? Is that like “doing speed”? We could really improve that subject line: Viagra, it’s speed for your other brain.)
Babe plays with a toy (too close to baby plays with toy. Not really a very good Porn Subject)
Would you prefer Folgers or my Cock in the morning? (okay, I kinda like that one. That spammer took lessons in creating a hook)
Teen girlz F’d in a public (in a public what?)
Teen tekes ase pounding (what is an ase and why is that teen teking it?)

Okay, honestly, with the “Last Call for Cherries” I was tempted to open the email–even if it had been spam! I mean, I kept thinking, at least everything was spelled correctly. And it didn’t say one thing about Teens doing or teking anything. And frankly, it was catchy.

So, all ye of the good, clean, angelic minds…ye’re missin’ out on some fun. My dirty mind keeps me in stitches…you should give it a try. It’s fun in the gutter!

*edited to add*

I just checked my email and the first thing in my inbox:

People judge your dick by the size of your shoes.

Now that’s an AWESOME subject line. roflmao!

Well, we’ve determined that I’m the only one with a filthy mind.

Frankly, y’all don’t know what you’re missing out. I love being a dirty girl. LOL I am disappointed though that nobody else saw “Last Call for our Huge, Sweet Cherries” and immediately wondered if a Spammer had finally gotten creative.

I mean, aren’t you sick of:

Do VIAGra (Do you really “do” viagra? Is that like “doing speed”? We could really improve that subject line: Viagra, it’s speed for your other brain.)
Babe plays with a toy (too close to baby plays with toy. Not really a very good Porn Subject)
Would you prefer Folgers or my Cock in the morning? (okay, I kinda like that one. That spammer took lessons in creating a hook)
Teen girlz F’d in a public (in a public what?)
Teen tekes ase pounding (what is an ase and why is that teen teking it?)

Okay, honestly, with the “Last Call for Cherries” I was tempted to open the email–even if it had been spam! I mean, I kept thinking, at least everything was spelled correctly. And it didn’t say one thing about Teens doing or teking anything. And frankly, it was catchy.

So, all ye of the good, clean, angelic minds…ye’re missin’ out on some fun. My dirty mind keeps me in stitches…you should give it a try. It’s fun in the gutter!

*edited to add*

I just checked my email and the first thing in my inbox:

People judge your dick by the size of your shoes.

Now that’s an AWESOME subject line. roflmao!

Seriously, am I the only one here with a dirty, raunchy, in the gutter mind? Am I the only one who saw that subject line from the Harry and David email and immediately thought PORN?

Well, my hubby thought the same thing. I guess we’re perfect for each other…

Seriously, am I the only one here with a dirty, raunchy, in the gutter mind? Am I the only one who saw that subject line from the Harry and David email and immediately thought PORN?

Well, my hubby thought the same thing. I guess we’re perfect for each other…

Day 3 on the exercise trail. This morning I counted 17 beer cans; 8 of which were Bud Light. Folks around here like that Bud Light. I would pick up the cans while I walked, but that would just distract me from actual forward motion. Plus it’s too much like work. And frankly, I think the fact that I’m getting up and walking should count as plenty pre-coffee work.

Recycling day is tomorrow. When the guys take up our aluminum, they are gonna think we mainlined Bud Light over the last two weeks. But, it wasn’t us…I swear it. The Sierra Nevada and Flying Dog bottles are ours and they come in a distant 2nd to the lads’ Bud Light cans.

Spoke to Grant last night. He’s doing okay in Louisiana. Family seems nice he says and the camp is going fine. He’s going to try to drop by Saturday on his way to Memphis. That would be awesome. Wish Si could be with him. That would be even more awesome.

Speaking of Grant (no Simon, that does not mean he’s my favorite)–Still working on my 80s blog. I’m looking for a couple of old pics of me that truly express the dress and hair of the time. And the shoulder pads. God, we loved our shoulder pads. Hopefully, I’ll find the pics I’m looking for and will then properly humilate myself.

And one last note– I’m on the Harry and David mailing list and today I received an email from them with the best subject line EVER:

Last Call for our Huge, Sweet Cherries

Honestly, how awesome is that? It’s not even Spam!!!

Day 3 on the exercise trail. This morning I counted 17 beer cans; 8 of which were Bud Light. Folks around here like that Bud Light. I would pick up the cans while I walked, but that would just distract me from actual forward motion. Plus it’s too much like work. And frankly, I think the fact that I’m getting up and walking should count as plenty pre-coffee work.

Recycling day is tomorrow. When the guys take up our aluminum, they are gonna think we mainlined Bud Light over the last two weeks. But, it wasn’t us…I swear it. The Sierra Nevada and Flying Dog bottles are ours and they come in a distant 2nd to the lads’ Bud Light cans.

Spoke to Grant last night. He’s doing okay in Louisiana. Family seems nice he says and the camp is going fine. He’s going to try to drop by Saturday on his way to Memphis. That would be awesome. Wish Si could be with him. That would be even more awesome.

Speaking of Grant (no Simon, that does not mean he’s my favorite)–Still working on my 80s blog. I’m looking for a couple of old pics of me that truly express the dress and hair of the time. And the shoulder pads. God, we loved our shoulder pads. Hopefully, I’ll find the pics I’m looking for and will then properly humilate myself.

And one last note– I’m on the Harry and David mailing list and today I received an email from them with the best subject line EVER:

Last Call for our Huge, Sweet Cherries

Honestly, how awesome is that? It’s not even Spam!!!

I have a blog started about the 80s…but that has to wait for a moment.

why???

Because Pee Wee’s Playhouse is back on TV!

Yes! You heard me!

I loved Pee Wee’s Playhouse…and yes, I was an “adult” when the show was on…who cares! It’s a great freaking show…and now, my kids get to watch it with me…

Whoohoo!

I have a blog started about the 80s…but that has to wait for a moment.

why???

Because Pee Wee’s Playhouse is back on TV!

Yes! You heard me!

I loved Pee Wee’s Playhouse…and yes, I was an “adult” when the show was on…who cares! It’s a great freaking show…and now, my kids get to watch it with me…

Whoohoo!

Si and I messaged last night after he arrived at his new home in Bentonville, AR. He told me he was “proper knackered”. I asked him if that meant he was tired and he told me to learn Brummie already.

Fine.

I’m proper knackered too, because this is day two of getting off my ass. Yesterday I walked 1.25 miles to the gym, did arms and abs for 40 mins, and walked the long way back home for total of 3 miles.

My arms are sore. It had been a full month since I lifted last and I’m paying for it today. But I drank a ton of water, so I know the pain isn’t nearly as bad as it could’ve been.

This morning, before coffee and damn near before dawn, I walked for 50 mins. And while I was marching my way through the neighborhoods of Oxford, MS, I realized there must’ve been a helluva party in town last night.

I followed a trail of beer cans all the way to the Public Library and back. I began to wonder if the lads had snuck back into town because many of the cans were Bud Light…I also counted 6 cans of Keystone (WHY does anyone drink that?) 2 cans of The Beast (again, WHY?), and several bottles of Miller Lite.

I accomplished quite a bit this weekend, actually. I wrote a chapter for THIEVES (which I was beginning to think would never happen…it had also been a month since I’d really written anything…Gee, in a funk, Mel?) I read and critted my friend Kate’s latest story. Sigh. It’s HOT. I was fanning myself and drinking a lot of water during that read. And I finally started catching up on the crits I owe The Blogless One.

Life is good again.

Si and I messaged last night after he arrived at his new home in Bentonville, AR. He told me he was “proper knackered”. I asked him if that meant he was tired and he told me to learn Brummie already.

Fine.

I’m proper knackered too, because this is day two of getting off my ass. Yesterday I walked 1.25 miles to the gym, did arms and abs for 40 mins, and walked the long way back home for total of 3 miles.

My arms are sore. It had been a full month since I lifted last and I’m paying for it today. But I drank a ton of water, so I know the pain isn’t nearly as bad as it could’ve been.

This morning, before coffee and damn near before dawn, I walked for 50 mins. And while I was marching my way through the neighborhoods of Oxford, MS, I realized there must’ve been a helluva party in town last night.

I followed a trail of beer cans all the way to the Public Library and back. I began to wonder if the lads had snuck back into town because many of the cans were Bud Light…I also counted 6 cans of Keystone (WHY does anyone drink that?) 2 cans of The Beast (again, WHY?), and several bottles of Miller Lite.

I accomplished quite a bit this weekend, actually. I wrote a chapter for THIEVES (which I was beginning to think would never happen…it had also been a month since I’d really written anything…Gee, in a funk, Mel?) I read and critted my friend Kate’s latest story. Sigh. It’s HOT. I was fanning myself and drinking a lot of water during that read. And I finally started catching up on the crits I owe The Blogless One.

Life is good again.