Okay, I know I promised more in the Terriance saga. But the truth is, there isn’t any more. I’ve e-mailed the poor guy like four times, but he, clearly is quite clever, and has figured out, either 1) that I’m a middle-aged married chick with two offspring; or 2) that I’m a potentially psycho stalker.
Two, Woze is home and doing okay. She so appreciates the love notes. Although large bouquets of flowers and gift certificates to Tiffany’s would be equally welcome.
Three, I have yet to find the Gothic Ballerina costume that has my name written all over it for next weekend’s Asheville Blogger Costume Guzzler and Beer Ball. And damn, it’s been years since I put on a tutu. Other ideas?
Finally, just a cutie kid note. The other morning, I was opening the blinds and said, “Gosh, it’s dark out there.” My four-year-old piped up with: “Don’t worry, Mommy. The sky will wake up soon.”
Happy weekend to all.
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Great…I now have realitive who’s a stalker..and wants to wear a tutu…EM we need to review the rules if you
want to remain a part of this family, you need to develop a
drinking problem…all this other stuff is unacceptable…
Plus from the sound of your little friends email…I think the issue may have more to do with the fact that you’re
a girl and less to do with age and/or marital status…
Not that there’s anything wrong with that…
I think Terriance is adrift on the high seas and will be in touch once he docks in some exotic port. I also think he expected us to call his cell phone. I think you’ll hear from him at some point. I want to see a picture! I think the gothica ballerina is perfect!
Oh! I’m sure he’s drifting from port to port
looking for lonely sailors…not that there’s anything wrong with that…
Um…. 10 days of vigorous neck-stretching and you could go as a giraffe. Unless, of course, Wozie has firsts on that idea.
Quincy. May your focus never waver. You crack me up.
OMG, Q., did your gaydar go off? Mine didn’t.
This guy is as gay as the day is long…
Unless you’re Sting (Message In A Bottle),
then there’s nothing gayer then floating off messages
in bottles…read his email to you…he discribes himself
as dark and handsome…and quote “i love passion”…sorry sweetie he’s a pillow bitter…the reason that he hasn’t called you back is because you’re not his type as in you’re a chick…and EM I’ve seen ya…you’re a total babe…If you were president you’d be Baberham Lincoln…Terrance
is a friend of Dorothy’s …not that there’s anything wrong with that…
After reading his email to you again, there’s an outside chance he’ll get in touch with you …to go shopping…
If you’re lucky you may get a trip to the “salon”…
Not that there’s anything wrong that…
We have it here at Party City. It’s cute.
I’m thinking of going as a bee. Just for my hubby.
Autumn. Isn’t that Hub-Bee?
Gothic and Ballerina - now that is an oxymoron.
That last line that your kid said was awesome, I love how creative their little minds are and how they think. Sumo cute.
Quincy - He’s not gay. He is just upset that we didn’t call to chat him up. And he won’t tell us the date he dropped the bottle because he wants to give the footrub.
And Beth is right, he’s just between ports….
And damn, I’d rather be back at the beach!!!
B
ok, there soooooo can’t be NOTHING else with the bottle story. You’ve got to give us something else, anything else. make it up, for goodness sakes!
Hey anonymous (if that is your real name)
if you want to continue fantasizing about
your island tart, then I’m not going to stand in your way…
All I’m saying is if I were you, I’d pack an extra set of
batteries when you go meet him…the forecast calls
for loneliness and idle time with the loneliness giving
way to the reality that you’re needs haven’t been met in the early evening…
EM Said, “I’ve e-mailed the poor guy like four times…”
Hey! I had a girlfriend like that once. Well, I say we dated, she says that (after 4 dates) we were betrothed. But that’s not psycho, is it? I mean the sincerity she expressed, camping out next to my car or under my window all night. The repeated death threats to other women I was dating. The lipstick notes on my door about dismemberment…
Heck no - I think 4 e-mails is Just Fine.
I did get a blip on the gaydar though from Terriance. Did you send him the link to your blog? He probably caught wind that the entire free world was hanging on his every word and got a little “performance anxiety…”
I’ll tell you who doesn’t have a girlfriend like that!…Terrance:)
Not That There’s Anything Wrong With That…
On a side note…can I get her phone number…
I’m on the market for a “clingy” chick..Thanks…
Sorry dude. Can’t get you the digits. She set the phone on fire to show me how much it hurts when I neglect her.