Oh really? (Cough, cough.)
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Relaxing at home, it’s evening time here. I exercised at about 9:30 this morning (calisthenics), and I have a 10-mile run planned for Saturday (two days from now), so I’ll be taking it easy for the next 36 hours.
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Lol.
(Wait, have you heard anything? Is Jane S in California for the weekend?)
“Favorite” is such a restrictive word, especially when used by itself. Let’s just say that Jane S is my favorite in Minnesota who files numerous restraining orders against me in her feigned attempt at convincing people that she doesn’t secretly pine for me day and night yet cries herself to sleep lamenting that I’m not available, which tears her up inside and calls for the fake abhorrence she feels she has to show. Yes, let’s go with that.
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Slowly, Baby, slowly. Now trace the outline of your face with one finger then softly bite on it. Ok, turn away from me, deep breath, let it out, give us a frown. Give me an over-the-shoulder glance, wink at me, then flip your hair and walk away. Yes, Sweetie, just like that, you know how to do it, you know how I like it. Now turn for me, do it again. Work the camera, make it yours, not too fast, sly smile now . . .
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What? What did I do? I’m just logging into the video feed for the cameras that I secretly installed in her pla . . . oops. That “someone” openly installed with Jane‘s knowledge and permission. Shhhhhhhhh.
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I’m not sure I understand the question. You mean there’s actually something else in life besides sammiches????? Who knew?
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