ok, the ham's in the oven and i danced around foolishly in the kitchen to sexyback. how can you hear that song and not feel sexy and/or want to have sex? (ok, so the kids will be forbidden to ever listen to justin timberlake). anyway--hello, You see the shackles Baby I’m your slave I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave It’s just that no one makes me feel this way....luscious. (though no, i do not want whipped, at least not with like a real whip).
now we're mellowing out to van. the boy loves moondance so we danced around to that a bit. now...i wanna rock your gypsy soul, just like way back in the days of old and together we will go into the mystic....this music just touches my soul like i can't even describe.
dream dinner guests--stephen king, johnny depp, van morrison, vincent van gogh, rod stewart, katharine hepburn, claude monet, ee cummings, anne rice, admiral byrd (went to antarctica), bette midler, johnny cash, patsy cline, cyndi lauper, aaron sorkin (west wing creator) and vincent dinoffrio.
i have to share the boy's latest jokes because we have come such a long way from why did the porcupine pee on the house? because he wanted to see a firequacky.
drum roll please:
what kind of cereal do you eat in the winter?
what companies do guys like to go to?
what kind of coffee tastes like dirt?
what jungle animals are the calmest?