Life at home

We still have those styrofoam plates.

Heh!

THIS IS WAR WOMAN!!!

Break the dishes, burn the underwear!!!

I meant take one for the gipper not kipper.( thats a fish ain't it)

(i'm a millionaire, I'll buy you new dishes)

Amigo, you crack me up!

At least he's cracking YOU up! MY DISHES! MINE!

hey, lk, thanks for the card! I got a massive shock before I opened it. My first thought was "Did Ryan Landry die?" (I'm such a worry freak). Were you even home?

I'm off to the Cape in 10 mins. Probably won't be online much. Bye, kids.

Mwah, amigo. :wink:

They were brave little dishes (que patriotic funeral dirge....but..(sniffle)....alas they gave the ultimate sacrafice...(sniffle).

Snacks and refreshments are in the back folks, Grab yourself a paperplate and a dixie cup.

YOU DON"T NEED NO PLATES FOR CORNDOGS! Food on a stick, no dirty dishes!!

Sorry Dag trips off. NO CAPE FOR YOU. We need you at the front with the rest of the troops.

DAGMARAKA!!!!!

Heeheehee..... sorry to scare you Dag. Maybe I'll see you here.

Amigo - you're a cute freak.

Man oh man! I had thought that HM#3 would ruin any appreciation I might have for portuguese/brazilian, but was I wrong! There's a Brazilian trio Not only is he fit (and very young), but he cared for my mothers' plants most tenderly and was just whistling (a lovely whistling voice) to the birds at the feeder. Sigh.

And when they speak, they don't sound like fighting cats. That particular must be all about HM#3's personality.

Or lack thereof.

Hmmm..... wondering if he lacks a personality...... yeah, he pretty much does. Good point.

I never thought the Brazillian/Portuguese accent sounded bad. I actually think it's kind of hot, coming from a female. But I stand by my opinion the sound of Hatians speaking make me want to stab myself in the neck.

Brazillian Portuguese is lovely. In fact, one of my most favorite languages sound-wise, in the world.

Back from the Cape. In fact, I got back to Boston last night, but I stayed at friend's place, because...well I hated the idea of going home and being here with #3. I prefer to not be here when he's here, which is pretty much always.

He doesn't anger me anymore (two weeks!), but still irritates the bejeesus out of me for a few minutes (then I think "two weeks!"). There are fruit flies in our kitchen. Everywhere. He was here alone for a few days, counter was sticky and his bananas and other fruit that he has covered in them. He asked me whether I think we should put the fruit (only he has any there) in the fridge? I said yes, I think we sould. He said that they usually like pineapple... and looks at me for a response. (Huh? Pineapple? what the bleep?) Aaanyway, I tell him, we have no pineapple, they are all over the fruit and the fruit should therefore go in the fridge.....
It's still sitting there on the table. Another wasted conversation.

Then he wanted to put my dirty laundry in the washer. I guess he wanted to be nice, since he was hogging the washer for most of the day.... but the thought of him handling my dirty underwear creeped me seriously out. I told him I'd prefer if he did not....at which he scoffed, as is his usual charming habbit.

....two weeks!

You should have said "Does that bannana look like a F#@KEN pineapple to you asshole!?!?"

I should have said one of many possible things. But, as usual, when something illogical is thrown at me, my brain freezes, trying to figure out what sense does it make. Sigh. I wish I was quicker in quipping back to idiocy.

Someone said something to that effect on a radio program, I think. My memory of the last couple weeks is fuzzy. Very long hours, very hot temps, very much reading...... But, the voice said that it's hard to communicate under situations like that.

Well, it's hard to communicate with him, period. And it is useless. It's a communication for nothing. I have no idea why he asks what to do when he has zero intention to do anything. August 12 will be one of the happiest days of my life within the past few years, seriously.