Well me and the wife mended our fence. I hate when we get to the point like we where in. But now it is over. I had a morning quickie. Which is unusual. Probably the first one i have had in years I mean seriously years. So you can imagine I am on cloud 9. Everything is falling in to place this morning and it is just a beautiful day outside. Just a little note. (you will think I am crazy) There has been a pink and yellow moth at my back door for the past 3 mornings. But I have yet to take a picture of it. I know, a picture of a moth. But it is so cute. or whatever a manly thing about a moth would be. so if he is there when I get home from tee ball practice this afternoon I will take a shot and post it. I know, you are saying wow that Bigger has deep thoughts. not really I'm just weird. what is weird is I would never tell any one I know that I wanted to take a picture of a moth but here I feel that i can.
Gosh I'm a Loser
Shut up....your not a loser!
ReplyDeleteOkay, Where my hubby works they bring in boxes of donuts. Mind you, where he works it's mostly all guys. It is common to always have one pink donut in the box and who ever takes it must be gay. Well, every time my husband takes the pink donut and just chows it down. The guys always have to make 12 year old comments and make stupid little jokes towards him and he always looks at them and says, "I'm comfortable with my sexuality." It's a frickin donut with a color on it.
My point, be comfortable with yourself and enjoy what you want, it doesn't take you manliness away. It shows you are not shallow minded and actually have some depth to you. Remember weird is way more fun than normal and plain. Blah. You might get more nooky if you went out of your box more, no really. I know you don't believe me. It's true.
I want to see this moth, it sounds cool.!!
Hell, what's a loser anyway? You're far from being a loser, pal. Buck up and smell the flowers and don't be ashamed of it.
ReplyDeleteThe moth deal reminds me of basic training in the military. I was all of 18 (barely). So the squad with me in it was marching along right after evening chow. It's still hot. The insects are out. Then out of the clear blue something flies into my right ear and burrows its way inside of it . . . so far that I can't touch it with my finger. The moth is in my ear, fluttering its wings and I'm going nuts but can't...for if I did the drill sergeant would have me drop and do 100 in the ditch alongside the road.
Finally the squad comes to a stop. I raise my hand and complain. First words out of the Sgt's mouth: So you want out, do you? Wanna discharge? Wanna go home? Not gonna happen.
It took a while to convince this knucklehead that I did have a moth buried in my ear and someone needed to get it out for me. After a couple of back and forth rounds of conversation I'm dismissed to go to the infirmary.
At the infirmary it's the same thing . . . Want a discharge and all that bullshit. All I wanted is someone to take that freaking moth that's in my ear and which is still alive and fluttering . . . and is driving me nuts!
Finally a physician uses a water rinse to flush the contents of my right ear . . . and lo and behold, out pops a whopping big moth. .. still somewhat alive and still fluttering its wings.
Anyway, when I read moth or see one, this old story returns. Hope I didn't bore you. :)
Laroo After talking to my wife last night we think that that was the first morning quiky ever. After 10 years of being together. We just aint morning people. plus our breath stinks that early in the morning.
ReplyDeleteBob Good to see you post. I cant imagine a moth in my ear. especially while getting hollard at by some loud mouth that is suppose to be better than me. And Thank you for your service to this country