Just My Luck...

Suppose this means I ought to watch my backside from now on. I doubt anyone's going to be scared off by this... This nimble patronus looks like a combination of a penguin and a wolverine. It's body distorts strangely as it moves.

LOL But seriously... can you imagine? Penguin is odd enough but part wolverine? Oooh... only if it's Hugh Jackman...

*cough*

Sorry Blake, I was just joking. No, really, I didn't mean it. Honest. And why would I know you were reading over my shoulder anyway?

Oh, yeah, right. I forgot. My fault.

(Psst... he has a bad habit of ALWAYS reading over my shoulder... sigh) If he's not careful, I'm gonna wave my wand of ash and cowboy beard hair and smack him upside the head with a cosmic sphere of drooling.

Ooops... Too late! *ducks quickly* And to think he'd hit a preggo. HMPH! I think he needs to buy me ice cream now. Whaddaya think?

No? I bet Billy would. Lemme call and find out...

*whispers* Isn't it amazing how fast threats work with the man? *smiles proudly as her man pulls on his boots and heads out to get ice cream*

Today's Thought

Your plan to pen your memoir seems like a waste of time when you realize that your life story has already been described in thousands of odes to mediocrity -- better known as country songs.

Hmm... I wonder if I should mention this to Blake?

Naaahh...

But, it leads you to wonder - What would my memoirs be like? Part horror novel, part sleazy romance novel, part country song for sure...

The horror of growing up in a family like mine. Father who never wanted me. Abusive brothers. Apathetic mother.

I got married when I was 16, just to get away from my family. Had a torrid relationship with my husband until I was forced to leave him behind when he threatened my best friend and adopted brother. Then there was the delicious hooking up with my blue-eyed co-worker after losing my husband. And, no matter how hard I try to forget, there was the hooking up with my psycho commanding officer as well... *shudder*

Well, in my defense, he seemed like a nice, normal guy at the time.

And the sleazy part... well, Blake, my new husband, knows all about that one. Heh. Heh. Heh...

Sorry, got sidetracked there a moment. But seriously, I found him while he was already dating someone else, someone younger and prettier. But apparently she didn't have my skills, or something because he left her and came a-runnin'.

And the country song part? Hmm... wanna list?

Ten Rounds with Jose Cuervo to start

The More I Drink is a nice chaser

I'm Not Strong Enough to Say No describes a huge chunk of my life, Blake included...

Some Beach ~ Need I say more? Didn't think so

Online... *snort*

What Was I Thinkin' and how often have I wondered just that?

Last Dollar (Fly Away) something I think we can all relate to...

... I could go on and on and on... but I doubt either of us really has that much time. But I can say this much: If I had to pick a theme song for my memoirs, it'd be Playboys of the Southwestern World. Why? Well, it's the very first line of the song that clinches it: "This is a song about best friends..." and where would you be without your friends?

~Ali and John Roy, a boy I knew since he was 3 and I was 2...