Tonight, I found this in my email:
I’ll give you some tan lines.
I suspect he’s not talking about the types that will give me skin cancer. Yes. Bring it. I am overdue.
After the ongoing suckfest otherwise known as Last Week, I do believe this week will be better. At least I will be starting it properly.
In other news, John had his knee drained with a 12-gauge needle last Friday. He says he didn’t feel it, however, thanks to the pre-shot of Lidocaine. Poor thing was a bit gimpy this weekend and we weren’t able to do much, but he was in good spirits. Even after he heard from his niece, regarding her wedding. Last Christmas, he offered to contribute a couple of bottles of port from his collection for her rehearsal dinner. It seems that offer has morphed into his providing the champagne for the entire wedding. With 170 people.
(sigh) I see his sister plotting “Let’s stick it to Johnny the Cash Cow” all over this. And he’ll do it, too. This wedding is going to be interesting. As John put it cheerfully last night as we enjoyed our sushi: “Well, here’s one thing we can look forward to. It’ll get a lot worse before it’s over.”
And finally — looks like Rush Limbaugh really stuck his foot in his mouth this time. That’s a start, I guess. I’d rather see a foot shoved up his ass. Preferably wearing a size 16 shoe with cleats.
Yes, I need a spanking.