March 13, 2005
The Awful Downside of Baching it
I'm up at 3:30 for the simple reason that I can't recall when I passed out. I awoke to the spectacle of a perfectly seasoned New York strip steak awaiting cooking, neglected. I may cook it now, as I am famished.
I apparently need guidance, and rote discipline. Which clashes with my issues with authority, but you can't have it all.
Why does the idea of you baching it bring to mind thoughts of Bob Seger and tidy-whities, Risky Business style?
Posted by: jmflynny at March 13, 2005 1:08 PMNope, you can't have it all. A doll sure can try though!
Are you looking at my gams?
Posted by: Max Robicheaux at March 13, 2005 10:37 PMwas alcohol involved, friend???
Posted by: sama at March 14, 2005 1:00 AMWhen I leave my husband to go visit my momma I have to plan a month in advance..he always says.."I CAN take care of myself damnit..I'm not a baby...I lived on my own before I met you remember?" Yeah I remember but his ass don't. When I come home he greets me at the door like a lonely puppy dog...it's so sweet and pathetic at the same time and Surprise..he's always hungry too...pizza is only good for so long before you get sick of it :)
Posted by: Sandy at March 14, 2005 8:52 AM