hi darling ones! i am reporting live from sister #3’s house. cade, the peanut, is sleeping quietly and sister #3 has jumped into the shower. most of the afternoon has been sent sitting on her couch with my hand down my pants watching the real world chicago marathon.
right now the september 11th episode is on and it’s really sorta depressing.
in other news, i took ruby in to get all lubed up– hanging out at the oil shoppe was quite fun. a man came in for a summer trip check up or something and he had two unusual tattoos.
about two inches above his left ankle in block, gothicy print was the word CHASE and about two inches above his right ankle was, i think, the word RED. there might have been more to it, i couldn’t see. i wasn’t quick enough when he turned around. i tried to catch his eye just so i could ask what the other one said, but he avoided my gaze.
anyway we are going to be leaving shortly for sister #2’s place for a little impromptu bbq. it should be great gobs of fun. . . maybe. you know how these things can go.
“most of the afternoon has been sent sitting on her couch with my hand down my pants”
Now, I first read this as with her hand down my pants, and did a double-take. The second time it came out as with my hand down her pants. The third time was the charm.
I’m assuming you meant Al Bundyesque hand-down-pants. If not, let’s have some details.
😛