First of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my pal and loyal reader Schluter Cooter, who says all she wants for her birthday is to hear the lunch story. You must aim higher, friend, but your wish is my command. Here's the Cliffs Notes version.
My beloved paramour is a workaholic. So when he told me he "might" come over yesterday if he got finished early at the office, I wasn't too hopeful. Not only did he come over to help me out with a volunteer assignment, he took me to lunch. Then he let me sit in the golf cart while he did my work. While making me laugh. And buying me Diet Coke.
If you'll recall, the only other time LB's been to my house he didn't stay long. Yesterday he not only stayed, he walked around my house singing "Gold Digger" wearing cowboy boots. That boy is such an enigma.
I know what you're thinking... I promised to have the talk. But when I'm with him, it's just so comfortable and fun that I can't make myself do it. Needless to say, I find myself falling deeper with every late night text. I am in so much trouble.
3 comments:
when I first read the post, i ready it as "the lunch lady story"...and I was disappointed at the end cause there was no Adam Sandleresque story about a blue eyeshadow, hair-net totin' lunch lady.
I'm not disappointed...but I'd like to have a word with LB about his intentions...lol! love you, L-Dawg! I miss you and Ashley.
Thanks for granting my b-day wish. At least it was a simple one huh? First of all I CANNOT see LB singing Gold Digger at all. He must be very comfortable around you- it's the suit- it throws me off. And second of all I think this story is going to have many more chapters to come...
I know, Schluter! That's what made it so funny.
For a moment I was wondering how you knew about the excessive suit wearing, then I remembered that you are one of the few who've actually seen him in the flesh.
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