I joined this wacky singles’ site mostly for the sheer entertainment value of the thing and I used the above as my “tagline.” I get/got LOTS of responses, sometimes upwards of 100 responses per day. Some were funny, some were perverse, some were extremely smart, but all were/are male — at least I think they were/are. Funny thing about those places. There are, of course, the garden variety pervs who hang out hoping for that next roll in the hay and there are what appear to be some extremely lonely and semi-desperate folks on those sites. I guess the points in my favor are that I AM pretty damned funny and can trade barbs with the best of them and I am not lonely or seeking a soulmate (a term that literally makes me hurl). When it comes right down to it, we are all sorta kinda looking for the same thing (pervs and pedophiles and married jackasses excluded)…a friend to the end. I will never tie the knot again, given my 3-time loser status, but a friend would be cool. I learned that there are some hysterical people in the world, and the experience has been great from a “social enrichment” standpoint, plus I think I made a few people laugh along the way as well.
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So, today is Saturday. My work was complete before 11 a.m. and I am OFF THE CLOCK until Monday when the work upload begins again. I love my new job…really I do. I have not been this relaxed with a position in a very long time. My boss is great, the work is fantastic, and I am one happy camper.
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The girls have a BD party to attend this evening. J is at Indiana Beach with the music department (she is my little songbird) until later and then they are spending the night with B&B for the party.
I have a couple of Miller Chills waiting in the fridge when they are gone and will be spending my evening in utter and complete relaxation until they arrive home tomorrow. It has been a hectic week with doctor’s appointments and dental appointments and work, oh my. J has an orthopaedic appointment on the 16th for her screwy wrist. They both have an orthodontist appointment on the 9th. E finally got her rescue inhaler for her exercise-induced asthma and all is well in our medical world. And, “Look, ma, no cavities.”
Life is good. *Big yawn.*
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