Zero Desire to do work today: Check
Thinking about boots: Check
Typically, I do not need a checklist to communicate my thoughts or help me understand what is going on in my convoluted, barely post-simian brain. Today, however, I believe I will be lucky to communicate with hoots, howls, pointing, and drooling.
I will grinning like an idiot too. Except when I’m driving. Then I’ll be shaking my fist at the rest of the world.
See, I had better plans for the day….but stupid work got in the way.
I know that feeling. Usually when I get it, it isn’t about shoes. Or boots.
I think it sounds more like love.
Love, love, love.
Either that or the fact you need to wish AG a special H.B.
This is an L-Bomb free zone.
Holy crap, dude! Boots???
Was is it with you cute boys that AG hearts on and the L word?
Dude, you haven’t dated AG.
That means you may actually love a woman and oh my gawd…get married!
If you don’t want either of those — date AG. Apparently I only date men who are unable committ.
Not that she is bitter or anything, damn.
I can hear the valium jingling around the bottom of the martini glass from here.
Um, whose boots are you thinking about? 🙂
What?! I’m just asking!
No, that would be for you too, love chop. We are the same age! The difference is that I can laugh about it.
Let’s recall for OG and the others who don’t know me: I spent 10 years dating a closet case. Of which, the first time I saw him after we broke up, he was with his new BOYfriend making out next to me.
It was such a special day!
Newsflash: NO ONE CARES, AG.
It’s not always about you.
Newsflash Chuckles: I was responding to your insulting comments.
And OG cares. He has no reason to be the bastard you are to me. See, he’s nice. And apparently was raised better than you.
it is more about AG than either of us.
my blogging brain is on fire from fever
That’s what I’m saying Marty.
I hope your fever comes down. Put on some boots and have a drink. It will help.
You give me fever? Fever all through the night? Fever?
It’s a LOVE fever.
Oh yeah. LOVE.