So it's not just a condom thing

It's been a while since I've posted, so I thought I would catch you guys up on my weekend. It wasn't really all that exciting, but it did have a few highlights. I went over to my brother's house and played with my nephews on Saturday, which turned out to be a jolly good time, but boy was I exhausted at the end of the day. I don't know how my sister-in-law does it. I was in bed at 9:00.

On Sunday, however, after coming back from the mall (I rented the Pink Panther), I stopped at a stop sign right before I was about to make my right turn onto my street. Wouldn't you know, there was a man with one arm and a patch over his eye standing on the corner, and since I had my windows rolled down, he thought it would be a smart idea to yell, "Hey baby, how you doin'?" As soon as I saw him speaking to me, I made my turn without even waiting for oncoming traffic to pass, and flew down my street as fast as Rusty could go. I called PinkPolish as soon as I rolled into my driveway, and she exclaimed, "You were hit on by a war-amp!" I couldn't help but laugh at that.

Later on in the day, I received a phone call from Bricks, who wanted to apologize for being a jerk and a psychopath when we were "together." In other words, please come back because I need to get laid.

I think in my next post I'll decode The Male Language.

I have one thing that I can look forward to this coming weekend, even though my plans were blotched for going away to the cottage. (Somewhere far up north where no one can get a hold of me.) I'm going out with PinkPolish to this super-swanky lounge/bar/club where the men are under 30 and in suits. That's a very courteous gesture to the women isn't it? At least we won't be hit on by either really old men, or urban cowboys. We're going to have a Sex and the City Marathon before we put on our little black dresses and head over there. It's going to be so much fun!

'Til next time, play nice in the sandbox and don't forget the sunscreen!