Okay, this mad woman has some serious work/life balance issues at the moment and clearly has nothing she thinks is interesting to say.
No, I don’t know why I’m talking in third person.
I have a really cute post I’m working on…maybe Thursday? Sorry folks. I’m swamped, I need to get to the gym and I SERIOUSLY need to get laid. Yup, I’ve now gone too far.
You’re welcome.
In the words of my stellar governator: I’ll be Bach. No, that isn’t it. I’ll be bock…mmmm beer.
You can clearly see I need to get my drink on.
Who is bringing the cheese dip?
Hmmm, you sound a little busy. And a little preoccupied with meat.
I'll buy you a few beers and then we can talk about this getting laid thing. I find I have much more (no just plain) luck when copious amounts of alcohol are involved. I don't even care if you remember. No! Wait! Oh forget it.
Please…. NO TUNA!!! It reminds me too much of a coworker who stunk the place up like Tuna… even left yellowish green stains in her seat… ewwwwww…. Beer, that sounds good. And just like what you need. Here's hoping you get some and soon. This Mama needs some bloggin from you!
Go get your lady-bits taken care of. We'll wait.
i need to get laid, too. gawd damn monsters gettin in the way of the groove.
speaking of tuna…
Can't wait for that Thursday post and good luck on getting laid.
What the body wants, the body should get.
FD