Look at who is at the bottom of my steps. It's him.
Not "him". The "other" him.
Did I forget to mention there were TWO hims?
Oh, he's just visiting my neighbour. He wouldn't DARE come up my steps. He wants me to know.. he's here. But I'm full of garlic and, uh, not available. (garlic burp)
I'm cooking lamb to forget about men.
Braja, just so we're clear, lamb is NOT cow.
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My house smells of garlic, roasted lamb, thyme and a buttery bread crumb mixture...who needs men...when there is lamb?
If you could smell my house, you'd want to marry me.
Hell, I want to marry me. But things change fast around here. In 30 seconds I might pull a gun.
Just to shoot the lamb. Not the baby lamb, I mean the intruder.
I would only EVER shoot, the intruder.
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I've not found a way to forget about men. But someotimes a new one helps to forget an old one. Sometimes.
I went ack to the beginning of your blog and read months and months worth of dates. Good stuff. And some scary stuff.
If I come over for dinner, I will CLEARLY identify that I'm just there for the lamb. And the company.
And just so you know? I'm not that buff, it's the flak jacket under my shirt...
Yum! What time is dinner? I'll arrange a flight! ; )
I am so confused about who is who around here. Maybe it's just because I'm drinking, but names would help tremendously.
Joanie - No names, no prisoners. It's my new philosophy.
I love a good garlic burp !
If I were a man I'd marry you !
You've got a gun? Damn... now I really want to marry you. ;)
Damn--a dozer AND a gun. Sometimes you scare me...and I don't love lamb that much. xoxo
I want lamb now. Hot, meaty juicy....
I'd totally marry you. You are a hottie and can cook lamb!!
Dating wars -- keep the strength. I'm married but would love a wife -- hell even a nanny -- even with a grand husband, life is too tough to tackle w/o support. I think the smell of that amazing lamb meal would be enough to drive men to your house, just read mr irish there -- maybe you should bottle the smell and pipe it to the elements......
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