Friday, October 24, 2008


I have to go home in thirteen minutes to six teenage girl children.
Oldest Chicken's birthday isn't until Tuesday, but she is having friends over tonight. I assured her that they would be dropped off at their collective homes at noon tomorrow.
You know...instead of trying to ignore (and failing miserably) several teenage girls...I should be out kicking up my heels. *grins*
Shaking that ass. Imbibing a few cocktails (or more than a few). But I find myself going out less and less.
And let me say, it wasn't a whole lot of times to begin with.
I think I need to go out in November. Snag an evening and shake it by its collar. Bend it to my will. See what happens. Become reacquainted with Captain Morgan. hehehe
But for now...

1 comment:

Mr. Me said...

Tell her Happy Birthday from all of us out in California! Seems like I've been saying that a lot lately, but we mean it.

... the wild side of my cousin... imbibing cocktails etc... sounds like my kind of fun! I LOVE going clubbing with my cousins on my dad's side out here. ...but you never heard me say that.

Personally I think i'm the only one of us close enough to the beach to go set sail with Captain Morgan and never leave dry land.