Good thing I'm not a "real" man. I recently discovered Jacques Pepan's cooking videos and decided to try his quiche recipe. Came out delicious, but that silly tagline keeps running through my head.
I seldom wake up rembering my dreams, but this morning I woke up from an argument with a red headed, asshole boss in an office setting. After a few minutes I realized the redhead was an adult version of the photo I used for Lucy in The Elliptical Path. Good thing I'm not planning a sequel, I will hate to see my character turn into an asshole.
While doing the wash, my wife picked up my new bra and grumped that I had nicer bras than she did. It was my first underwire style and closed in the front, an experiment for me. (The experiment has been a success.) She said she wouldn't mind one in that color for herself. So what could I do besides log into Amazon and get her one in black and one in rose?
I have tried gluing on my breast forms a couple of times recently. It seems so simple in the stories I've read - and written. Instant gratification and a shapely figure, works every time! Not for me, within a few hours the darn things come loose leaving red, irritated skin patches that are painful and take a week or more to heal. I just figured I had a problem with the glue.
Spent a long and interesting day at the Texas legislature. Bigots in the Leg have piled on to the Red State Hate Wagon and are preparing to pass a law to prohibit treating trans kids and making any doctor who did a felon. My wife and I simply had to be there to protest.
I've never been a fan of dancing or cheerleading, but circumstances conspired to have me at a dance show for a local high school. It happened like this: my daughter (now in her mid-forties) just got a job working at the high school as a restorative justice counselor, where she meets a whole lot of the students. The cheer squad was planning a big show on stage, and when some of them found out she had been a professional dancer in her youth they talked her into performing with them. In my totally unbiased opinion she did them proud, as a mature woman she still has the chops.
So last night the wife and I had dinner out - not all that unusual. As we were leaving, a guy held the door for me, then complimented me on my shirt and earrings.
Folks, in real life I'm a very large, fat old man with a full, gray beard. Could I possibly been reverse-read? Did he somehow see my inner woman?
One of my grandsons has just come out as a new granddaughter. Not that I am overly surprised, but living 2,000 miles apart we don't see each other very much. If there is anyone in the Buffalo NY area that can recommend a good therapist, I would be much obliged. Please PM me if you can help.
It looks like the start of an interesting journey.
I know, I know! Hot buttons and controversy, but there's more. I have been a long time admirer of Mrs Betty Bowers - who bills herself as AMERICA'S BEST CHRISTIAN. A satirical wonder, happily skewering hypocrisy in its many guises.
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