Forty-Eight Degree’s and Chillin

10991266_949852465026538_349462237396651859_nIt has been windy, all night, the steady drone the wind thru the tree’s outside my window lulls me to sleep. If this is the worst thing that happens to me today, I should be alright.

My rote routine is different this day, I somewhat reluctantly welcome the change.

As outside exercise was prohibited, because of the rain and the wind, I drove over to the Mall. To browse the window fronts, and shop the trash of man. Observed an old couple walking, holding hands, seemingly oblivious to all that surrounded them.

The wife softly talking, and the old man with a look of contentment on his face. Wonder why it is that after two malodorous marriages, I still cannot find that? Along with my bi-focals’, car keys, and the television remote on any given day of the week.

Marriage is a tough job, you have to work at it.

A friend of mine in Nevada sent this to me this week.  Three women: One engaged, one married, and one a mistress, are chatting about their relationships and decide to amaze their men… That night all three will wear a leather bodice S&M style, stilettos and mask over their eyes.

After a few days they meet again …The engaged girlfriend said: “The other night, when my boyfriend came back home, he found me in the leather bodice, 4’” stilettos and mask. He said, You are the woman of my life, I love you…then we made love all night long.

The mistress stated: “Oh Yes! The other night we met in his office. I was wearing the leather bodice, mega stilettos, mask over my eyes and a raincoat. When I opened the raincoat, he didn’t say a word. We just had wild sex all night.

The married one then said: “The other night I sent the kids to stay at my mother’s for the night, I got myself ready, leather bodice, super stilettos and mask over my eyes. My husband came in from work, grabbed the TV controller and a beer, and said, Hey Batman, what’s for dinner?

(Well, I thought it was amusing)

It is tough job being me, but someone has to do it.


One thought on “Forty-Eight Degree’s and Chillin

  1. Ha ha! I liked that one.

    Yup, me too. Spunky Grandma, come on down!


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