March 17, 2004
HOPE, SHE SPRINGS ETERNAL
New neighbors moving in across the street. I took the day off from work to watch them unload.
Actually, I took the day off because there was an Outer Limits marathon on Sci-Fi Channel. With GOOD episodes, like Mutant, with Warren Oates:
Nonetheless, I was excited about getting some new neighbors. After the lumpen prole who'd lived there before, I was ready for some better eye candy. It was so unfair. The hubby was a studly Navy flyboy jock. His wife was missing an ox yoke.
But damn the inventor of the wardrobe box. I couldn't get a handle on the new missy's proportions. They stayed inside, whilst the moving men did the heavy lifting.
I don't ask for much. Maybe a size 8 with a fetish for doing lawn work in butter cutters. If I can only look, I want the look to be worth my while. I find this infinitely reasonable. Differing opinions are, of course, ignored encouraged.