Little Thing 48

((via))

(via text)

Me: Bahh. I've got my grumpy pants on today.

Him: I have my cheer up pants on.

Little Thing 37

((image via WeHeatIt))

Getting voicemails.

More specifically, getting wacky voicemails from my soul sister - her huffing and puffing as she tries to stay upright amidst the "sludge" on her way to the subway, meanwhile straying in and out of sensible conversation as she lists her afternoon errands.

Litttle Thing 24

{via text}

MTher: Hey What's up?

Me: Nothing much. You?

MTher: Watching a special on Russian prison tattoos...

Say wha?? There's an entire half hour (or hour ... oh my!) dedicated to this niche of tattoos?

PS: Don't forget to celebrate with me and enter my easy-peasy giveaway from Ellen Ishee Studios!

Food Trumps Electronics

(In reference to this)

Kora Bruce: I should probably get an otter box .... i just dropped my iPhone into a bowl of gumbo.

Gentleman Caller: Gumbo? where did you find gumbo?

Kora Bruce: oh yeah surrrrrrrre. don't even worry about the iPhone... My mother made a gumbo. It was delish. You're jealous.

Gentleman Caller: Oh, how is the phone?

Intervention

Look, I'm not normally one to interfere with people and their decisions, but when I got in the car on Friday and I saw what Mother Nature was trying to pull...

I had to pull her aside and have one of those awkward talks with her:

Me: Look, I really didn't want it to come to this, but I see that it has. I mean ... what is this all about? Is there something you need to tell me?

Mother Nature: .::silence::.

Me: When you started out in the 90's, I said to myself "Eh,... She's just getting back into her old habits. No worries." But then you went ahead and pulled a 103. I thought "Hey, maybe its one time thing." But today, you whip out the big guns with a 108? Is this totally necessary?

Mother Nature: .::silence::.

Me: I don't want to tell you what to do, but if I were you I'd cool it off for a bit. People are starting to talk. My boss is complaining about the color of her lawn. The people of Blogger are starting to list off ways to beat you, and me.... poor little ole' me. I'm a pasty one. And while I've been diligent about applying my SPF 70, I fear there's only so much it can do. Please Mother, if you don't change for anyone else, do it for me...

Mother Nature: .::silence::.

Me: Really? I'm glad we had this talk.

A couple hours later, I got this - and it lasted all of 3 minutes.

People of Pinhook, you can thank me for your rain later.

For now, just call me the Weather Whisperer.

What I'm Really After...

Me: I'm off to Ville Platte in the A.M.

Gentleman Caller: If you take Exit 23 off of I-49, I'll be right around the corner.

Me: Will you have insane amounts of beef, chicken, pork, and wild game? Because thats what I'm looking for...

What can I say? I know how to make a man feel wanted.