Horny vs. Sleep Deprived

Apparently I missed the memo stating that from now on we are waking at 3 o'clock in the morning. They are awake and "talking" to me like I'm completely in the loop with what they're saying. They also seem to think that this is the time to try and lure me in to snuggle with them...on the floor. Puppies are not allowed on furniture. Four legs floor and all that jazz. Then ThePenis texts, around 4. He's just gotten home from work and is deluded enough to think that I'll drag my ass out of the house to ride him like a pony. Yeah, that's so not gonna happen. No penis is that good. All in all this means quite possibly not shutting my eyes again until 1am...tomorrow. Fan-freakin-tastic!

It's all so cute. In a way that has me wanting to scream and run away to Belize wandering the barefoot sands like a gypsy. Maybe I could convince LoneRider to run away with me? He's good about that stuff, and he wouldn't be demanding in the least. After all he and I are so very much alike, neither of us are truly capable of being around chosen ignorance. Probably why we get along so well, and he totally puts up with me making fun of his bimbos.

Or...

I'll just hypnotize them all. Possibly drink until it all makes sense ... or hide in the shed. I'm not sure which, maybe all three! I'm supposed to meet my FairyGodmother later today. I should tell her all about ThePenis, that would prove amusing for easily an hour. Might not want to play that card too often though, she'll probably go all fiddler on the roof on me. Ain't nobody got time for that!

Sugah, tact is for people who aren’t witty enough to be sarcastic.

Stabbing Bagels

The sun was bright and shiny before the mutts and I strolled out into the land of the living this morning. It was a nice break from reality. Playtime consisted of Mako running around like she was on crack, a welcomed change from our scare with her last night. Monster is, well he's being his usual demanding self. So while they are playing out scenes from Thunderdome in the livingroom, I am attempting to actually make breakfast for us all.  These bagels are far too dense to absorb even water let alone the delightful goodness that is fresh crurned butter. Hence the bagel stabbing.

Later today we'll try stabbing something other than bagels, however I have tea on the tit at the moment and that must be corrected.

Scared...I wish

The one constant in my life has always been the furry babies that surround me. This evening Mako while playing grabbed for a branch. Nothing new there, she was just being her typical dorky self. Except this time she grabbed a leaf from the vine alone with it. Within 2 minutes she was slowing down and coughing. Something was wrong! She dropped and started eating grass, something she never does; so yes she was in trouble. I called into the house to get Teaesme. She knew by my tone something was wrong. Peeking her head out the window I demanded the colloidal silver and the recovery meds.

Mako being the....difficult dog that she really can be when not feeling well was totally out of character. Not a growl, lunge, or even the hint of an attack came. She allowed me to shove meds down her throat and accepted all of the poking and prodding I was doing around her mouth. Thankfully her gums were nice and pink, although the saliva was thick and slightly frothing. I can't say I was terrified, but I wanted to be. Too bad I can no longer feeling that emotion, working with this bunch of difficult pups doesn't allow for that luxury anymore.

Being scared in our house is a weakness and weakness can get you killed.

Stunning Cheekbones

She's lovely, her jawline and cheekbones are flawless.  She's an ass you could bounce a quarter off of...So yes she's totally doable. I however am totally unaffected by her various charms. I like few others have been privy to her many charms and many more of her not so charming mannerisms. Now aside from the pretty facade that presents itself, I see a rabid bitch that seriously needs to be slapped.

"Wow, ten years of game night. What a milestone. Maybe you should celebrate with a suicide pact."
-Karen Walker.

Revisiting Life

He says he wants more.  He say's he wants to do it right this time.  I don't think or believe he's capable of such things. We were great in bed but that's all we'll ever be. Outside of some fun on occasions.... actually on second thought, no. I really don't want to spend time with him. The fact is that between the two of us, I have a bigger set of brass balls and as such I'll never completely respect him. The one I want to spend time with, well we're just having to work out scheduling.

Radical honesty. I'm totally enjoying this new found path.

Squirm

Today I have been all squirmy. And not in the good way.

I have been very irritable and impatient and just pissy today and I am not sure why. Maybe it's PMS. I thought it was because I was waiting for an e-mail from a certain someone. But then I got that e-mail and I was still squirmy. Every little thing just seemed to annoy me.

I didn't want to be at work, I didn't want to do my job anymore, I didn't want to be inside, I couldn't type right, I didn't want what I brought for lunch, I didn't want to watch TV during lunch. Just bad.

Even the e-mail I was waiting for pissed me off. Well, not so much pissed me off as confused me. I don't know what it is with some of my Canuck people. Maybe there are just some phrases I don't understand, since spending so much time in the USA. Maybe I'm a dolt. All I know is that I was clueless.

Even this entry is pissing me off. It MUST be PMS. I am getting that jittery feeling of unrest in my legs. I have never been good at sitting still, but even less so on days like today. I feel like I should be up and at 'em, doing something. I can feel creativity racing through my veins, but I can't harness it. And it is so FRUSTRATING!

Maybe I just need to get laid

Affection. A simple touch

Something as simple as a touch. How the craving of that is so strong right now. How exquisitely sweet it is to have someone just touch you. The placing of a hand on soft skin. Gliding it along an arm, a touch on your neck with warm wet lips. Skin tensing with pleasurable stress. Your mind as alight as every nerve ending. Then the melting begins.

At least I melt...do you?