I've been busy as hell trying to adjust to life in humid Georgia to even think about getting on here and updating you.
My sincerest apologies.
In the meantime, there's so much going on in Little Town, Ga., that I have to share. Drum roll, please:
Frank, the drunk tennis guy -- I broke a racket playing tennis with the reformed alcoholic military vet who says he's getting back into the game because his son plays. I love playing tennis, and it's been good for all this unemployment weight. But here's the problem: Frank's legs don't work no good. He shuffles to smack a corner-line-grabbing volley only to miss the one on the other side. SO I find myself hitting shots directly to him, which isn't gonna do anything for my game.
Tiff, the make-up lady -- Anyone who knows me knows I'm a sucker for a pretty lady, but I think the one I've met here wears too much make-up for my liking. Sure, she's an attractive woman. She loves the puppy, we get along well AND she apparently knows how to bake. But, er, there's a problem if I have to worry about your face rubbing off on my clothes and furniture.
I'm at work, so I'm gonna stop this now. But there's more. Trust.
2 years ago
1 comment:
Well look who updated and placed himself at the top of my roll! LOL!
Sounds like your slowly adjusting to the new state. Cool!
Ummmm keep playing with ole boy till a more active player comes to get you running around more.
Tell Ms. Makeup to tone it down, that she doesn't have to cover the natural beauty she has so much (or something along those lines so she'll feel complimented and you don't have to worry about makeup on the furniture) LOL!
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