We’ve been watching some of the Olympics. The fencing, the gymnastics, the volleyball. All very fun and interesting…
Until Teresa was watching the women’s swimming tonight.
Every time they got to the end of the pool they turned around and swam back. They just never stopped! You’ll never see me swim that fast or for that long even if I was being chased by a horny shark with an 18″ boner!
I got tired just watching them!
It’ll be another short one tonight. We had a Becca-centric day today. She wanted to get out of the house and hang out. And Teresa felt cooped up too. Me? I’m out all the damn time, I would have liked to sit and relax, but it was obvious that B (and to a lesser extent, T) missed me and wanted to have fun today. So we spent the day out and the evening loading her up with more music. She’s getting into a lot of different types of music and is even taking some of my Ministry and Type O-Negative. Strange little girl that one…
But I do have a thought half-written on the pad. I had a ghost from my past breeze by last night and even though it caused no real trouble and the person who saw it knows it for what it was, it made me think a lot and I started writing about it. I’ll probably post it up here. I post every other thought that enters my mind, why not actual thoughtful stuff?
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