conversations…

Momma Moosie comes online and we were talking about the Boy’s spring break trip with his class to Washington DC, something that every 8th grader looks forward too at the middle school. Moosie mentioned that she had put in for the time off, and her coworker looked paniced, because SHE was going to ask for it off too! Thus, the following conversation [paraphrased because I’m very tired and haven’t slept yet. heh.]:

Me: Why’d she want it off?
Her: She wanted to spend it with her babies.
Me: Uh, her babies are in SIXTH GRADE – cut the apron strings already!
Her: Oh, you know, she’s a MOM.
Me: SO AM I! but I’m sending my boy to washington DC!
Her: ….with your mother.
Me: …..oh. shut up. I’m sending him to Chaparone YOU.
Her: Snort!

Me, later, to TBF – Harumph. She needs the Chaparone. And that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. *nods*

Then, when my fabulous ‘first wife’ appeared as she got ready for work:

Her: you know, sleep is your friend, right?
Me: I…. am not sure I remember, really. heh.
Her: (laugh) You oughta try it sometime.
Me: *L* Hm. Perhaps i might. It’s an intriguing suggestion… *L*
Her:: I know! when someone said it to me, I thought ‘no way’, but man, it’s like…. the bomb. (can’t believe i just said that.)
Me: *points! laughs!*
Her: (bursts into tears)
Me: ACK!

Yes. i’m fully aware only I likely find these hysterical, but did I mention the fact that I haven’t slept yet? There we go.

In other conversations, I compared the size of my left tit to the very small size of TBF’s wife’s ass. Why the left one? I don’t know. Why her ass? Because it’s tiny, and my left tit is not. Of course, neither is the right one. And we won’t even talk about the size of my “mom-ass” or anything else. Cuz all you skinny bitches who bitch about your weight can bite me. Heh. heh. heh.

(oh! time to wake the kids. heh. so happy they are! not.)

Really. I have nothing of importance to place here. Nothng at all. Really.

Though, in other news, when I decided to get my pictures to turn in for the Boobie-thon, I found it highly amusing that the minute I took off my shirt – EVERY GUY ON MY CONTACT LIST WHO WAS ONLINE SPONTANIOUSLY SAID HELLO! What is this, some kind of “Boobie Radar” that we don’t know about? A girl lifts her shirt, UNSEEN, thousands of miles away, and this “boobdar” goes off and they are all compelled to SAY HELLO? even those who haven’t spoken in weeks? ANd i KNOW it was no accident that TBF logged on right then either…

Heh. Boobdar. I could make millions, if I could JUST find a practical use for this power my tits have on the Internets!

Hm? Post the pictures? HA! Ya’ll go lookin for em on the First. *g*

sleeeeeeeeeeeeep. just 1 more hour… and I can sleeeeeeeeeeep.