Har-Har
Q. How did the cheese-lover know when he had eaten too much Swiss?
A. Holy Shit!
Like it or not, it's raining and summer is gone. It's still warm out, but it wont last for long.
I Hate it when public toilets splash on me when I flush. Sometimes I try to bolt out of the stall to avoid it and other times I stand flat against the door wishing I hadn't worn a skirt.
Yesterday, as I lay naked under a sheet, I couldn’t help thinking about how physically close my masseuse and I were. Her nose was right above my ear, but we knew nothing about each other. I found it odd that I was paying her to ply my ridiculously aching body with abandon. I had no problem laying buck ass naked while she worked me over, but I have a problem with not having a problem. It only weird’s me out a little, but not enough to stay home. I wouldn’t want to pay someone I know to toss my leg over and work out my glutes. “Hey ma, would you mind?”
Last week I threw together a tea party for the group administrators to celebrate a girl who was recently engaged and a girl who is having a baby very, very soon. The tea party was held in The Georgian Room at the Four Seasons in Seattle. The Georgian Room itself was gorgeous. Five women attended and we were all very excited to be there. To make a disappointing story short, the staff was slow, and rude. We paid $35 per person for 6 tea-cake-sized sandwiches and a mini scone and because we were hungry, we ordered lunch. I held this tea party at lunch time because that was the only time The Georgian Room served tea. I would have preferred to tea at 2:00, that way, people wouldn’t have been starving. Perhaps English Tea shouldn’t be served to Americans. Americans want to eat. American tea should include a burger and Coke after petit fours and English Breakfast.