FYI

I am hella jealous of CERTAIN people, who are HOGGING all the aggro-town disapproving attention.

I WANT TO ARGUE TOO!!

Stop STEALING all the bitchiness for yourselves.

Hmph.

So it begins.

Dies irae, dies illa
solvet saeclum in favilla
teste David cum Sybilla
Dies irae, dies illa
Quantus tremor est futurus,
quando judex est venturus
cuncta stricte discussurus?

In Fortune solio
sederam elatus,
prosperitatis vario
flore coronatus;
quicquid enim florui
felix et beatus,
nunc a summo corrui
gloria privatus?

E uscito dalla folla cittadina,
un uomo, un picciol punto
s'avvia per la collina.
Chi sarà? chi sarà?
E come sarà giunto
che dirà? che dirà?
Chiamerà Butterfly dalla lontana?

Nice evening.

Husband and I were paid early this evening.

So we went to a local Mexican place and had a tasty dinner. The more I read of other Mono and Poly married blogs, the more I realize this is a 'Date Night.'

Well, if this is a Date Night, it's OMG AWESOMETOWN.

Hella bad.

Anyway, we had a lovely time, but that's not really a fair thing to say, as we have lovely times most of the time when we go out.

Excepting those odd occasions when one of us is unnaturally bitchy, of course.

The food was good. The service would have been better, had they not been understaffed. The drinks were solid. The decor expected.

Okay, actually? The service was shit. Total and complete shit. Our waitress would ask people sitting directly next to us how they were doing, and ignore us entirely...







So we got back at her the best way we knew how.












We tipped her like a motherfucker! Over 25% on a $75 bill.

HA! She feels like a total asshole now. In fact, after we sent the bill in, she became MOST attentive and apologetic in behavior.


And now, she'll never ignore us so much again.



We win!

Talking Heads- "Psycho Killer"




PS- From now on, I shall end with the song I am currently listening to. Like it or lump it!

People can be surprising.

I had a lovely evening last night. Our friends, Ryan and Jen, came over. We had a tasty dinner, and watched a movie.

But, Jen surprised the shit out of me. I always thought that she was more conservative. Reserved, if you will. Then, she was keeping me company in the kitchen, and looked over at our bookshelves in the dining room.

"Oh, ha! I used to read Nancy Drew too when I was little... HEY! Pocket Kama Sutra!"
{Yep. I keep my Pocket Kama Sutra next to my Nancy Drews. Judge not, lest ye be judged!}

She then proceeded to read from it in the most histrionic voice I've ever heard. This badly written copy was loudly, and yes, occasionally squeakily, howled out for all and sundry to enjoy.

She proclaimed from the hills, "Kneel and lean forward over her, rather than stretching yourself out!"

"Use your hands for balance!"

And not to forget, "Use your hands to caress, stroke, and fondle each other!"*

This led to a conversation about beguiling displays of the erotic arts. (Pornography!) We both expressed our interest to go down to the porno convention in Vegas. This pornographic discussion led to the pros and cons of high-definition cameras being used in porn, and the pros and cons of it being used in regular films. We came to the conclusion that while in some cases it is good(especially documentaries. Planet Earth, anybody?). In others, not so much(butt-pimples.).

Needless to say, our incessant clucking drowned out the boys. I suspect we were being quite loud, even from the kitchen(Okay, that's not really *that* far from the living room...) They even went outside for a while to look at Ryan's car. Though, his car is pretty snazzy. All.. what is it? Pimped out.

Anyway. I'll return later. My friend is here and we're going to have lunch at her place. Mmm! Chicken salad!

People can be surprising. PART DEUX!
(Continued Friday, 13th of November)

As I was saying, Jen and I were loud and clucky. It was very amusing to talk to a pre-school teacher about The Erotic Arts(Porn porn porn!) and my Husband and Ryan nerded out all over the place discussing computers. I guess Ryan hates his job(he and the Husband used to work together for a VoIP phone company. Ryan is still there.) as they are overworking him and generally being a dick to him. Husband said he could try and get him a job where he works, but Ryan quite likes the other aspects of his job. It's just the dickhead management that is fucking around with him. Poor thing.

Anyway, I had more to say regarding my evening, but the interruption yesterday has utterly broken my train of thought, and that sumbitch ain't coming back.

FFW out!













*I omitted the far more graphic things that were said so as not to offend anyone's sensibilities. The word, "PENIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" was involved a lot. Also, "VAGINAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"