Wordy Wednesday. {literally}

Wordy Wednesday.

Wordy Wednesday.

;-)

What if there is no tomorrow?

There wasn't one today.
~ {Phil Connors}

According to the Groundhog Club Punxsutawney Phil did not see his shadow thus predicting we will see an early spring.

Wordy Wednesday.

Wordy Wednesday.

As you all know my X decided to start a second family two+ years ago and now has adorable 21 month old twin boys. I enjoy hearing my kids talk about the antics of the little boys as well as the unfortunate happenings that befall the new parents.

Cut to tonight. The kid attempted to phone his father. His father didn't pick up which is really nothing new. What was new was his father phoning him back a few minutes later with an explanation. The reason excuse was that his phone was in the master bedroom. Behind a locked door. That the adorable two year old twins turned the lock on. And then closed the door behind them as they left the room.

To add insult to injury apparently the CS has doorknobs on the doors that are supposed to be difficult for little kids to lock. And he had to disassemble the door in order to get in and free the imprisoned cellphone.

So tell me CS - How are those fancy doorknobs workin for ya?

p.s.
If we were friends on FB I would totally post this card on your wall.

Wordy Wednesday:

Brought to you by
Bed, Bath and Beyond via gmail.

Manscaping tools for DAD? Now how is that good? I don't even want to think about that much less buy him something like that. Seriously. Does Bed,Bath and Beyond not know what manscaping means? Just in case they read here I think I should let them know so that I do not EVER get an email like this again.

Manscaping: A term used to define male grooming below the belt.

Oh dear.
I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.
And I need brain bleach.
*shudders*

Wordy Wednesday.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

As you slide down the banister of life,
may the splinters never point in the wrong direction.

Wordy Wednesday.

Coffee.
Close your eyes.
Listen to the melodious sounds as the coffee begins to drip into the carafe.
Your nose begins to tickle as the delightful aroma begins a seductive dance.
Reach out carefully to accept the cup that is being placed in your hands.
Your mouth beings to water as the warmth fuses with the swirling intoxicating bouquet.
Unable to resist any longer you lift the cup to your mouth and drink of the elixir you so crave.
Quietly sighing.
Gratifying.
Coffee.

{©blondie16~2010}

Wordy Wednesday {with bonus photo}

As I awoke yesterday I immediately began to think about the book release that was occurring as I laid there in bed. {Not what a guy wants to hear from his woman,eh honey. sorry. ily! ;-)}I have been obsessing over the book and the *author* {if you could call her that considering she used a ghost writer not only for her book but for most everything else she has put out in public, save her twitter account} for a very long time. I have just kept it to myself. Perhaps I didn't want y'all to think I was as batshit crazy as the *author*. I am not, btw. This woman is a fraud and is dangerous. But I digress.

Her book. I didn't want to buy it. I have been saying for months now that I refuse to put money into her pocket. I lied. I had hoped that the blogs I read and the news reports I would watch would keep me from buying the book. The more I read and heard and saw, the more I knew I had to read this for myself.

I held out until about 4:30 yesterday afternoon and then convinced my kid to go with me to the store. I came out of the store with these two items. I surmised that I would need one to get through the other. I was not mistaken.

While paying for the above I also got my first birthday present. The checker, an older woman, told me she would need to see my I.D. I obliged without a second thought. I don't mind getting carded. I don't know how it works in your land but in mine you usually get carded if you don't look to be over 40 years of age. Considering the number of candles that will be on my cake this year, I will take a carding any day of the week and twice on Sunday. Again, I digress.

She took my ID into her hand and looked at it. Then she looked up at me. Then she looked at it again while using her finger to underscore the date. And then she looked at me again while handing my ID back to me stating *I just don't believe it*.

I smiled and asked her how old she thought I was. She smiled back and said that she thought I was no older than my late 20's. I grinned at her, thanked her and told her that I would be 48 on Thursday. She looked back at me incredulously and wished me a happy birthday.

So there you have it. I don't look older than late 20's. My daughter says that the lady saw how old I was and wanted to make me feel good. I told my daughter that I just don't care. I am still smiling today. Hopefully I will retain that warm and fuzzy feeling of looking like I am in my late 20's well into the weekend.

The book. Well. After two glasses of wine and two cups of coffee I only got through 81 pages out of 413. I finally put the book down and turned out the lights about midnight-thirty after having the book hit me in the face as it fell due to the fact that I had fallen asleep reading it. TWICE.

I am going to give it another go today. We shall see how far I get. Last night as I was reading it I kept thinking that there was absolutely no way this book could be anything but fiction.

At least I still have more than half the bottle of wine left.

Yeah. I bought the book. Don't you judge me.

Wordy Wednesday.

QOTD:
If you were Blondie which one would you choose?