In which I’m boring.
Got off work last night, picked up some drive-thru, and went home. Bread and I ate at the picnic table outside and he showed me the tear in his jeans and the small scratch on his thigh where he’d not cut off his leg with a chainsaw.
Jesus.
He’d trimmed the lower branches off of several of the big trees near the house, cut down a badly-placed and dying pine, and done other property maintenance. The place is looking really good. We’re contemplating a barn party with music and BBQ next month.
Later he ravaged me and then I watched a TiVo’d episode of South Park while he took himself out for a cocktail in Lib’ville.
I slept for twelve hours last night. Yum.
If you enjoyed this article, please consider sharing it!
You have proven that boring doesn’t always equal bad. Sometimes boring is awesome like Last Night.
Awesome boring. That’s my life in a nutshell. 😉 -m
so, uh, am I invited to the Barn Party???
Uh, YEAH. Fly on out. -m
Damn chain saws… those things are crazy to use, but the look like so much fun when you just loook at them. Glad that the tear was only in the jeans.
Scott
Yeah, I told him I didn’t want to think about it. *shudder* -m
12 hours of sleep? What a blessing! I would be a brand-new man!
I wanna do it again. Right now. -m
twelve hours? i can’t even remember what that’s like. vague impressions of . uhm . well … i don’t remember. 🙁
Me too! Me too!
I went to bed sooo early and slept like a rock till almost 8 a.m. this morning.
Isn’t that the BEST??
xoxox
It is the very bestest! -m