A Brief Hello From Ms. Id
Okay, so here�s how my day/evening/night went yesterday. (Oh, and some sex stuff after the kid bullshit).
I was expecting Bobby and Cindy for a few hours yesterday. First time in two weeks. I may have mentioned once or twice that Bobby is a sinister, diabolical little fucker. Boy, is he ever. He should be a joy when he�s a teenager. Anyway, in preparation for the madness, I popped one of the pins that Smokey hooked me up with in return for giving him some smoke. For some reason, Smokey�s pins are always way better than Shelly�s.
Anyway, the kids showed up, had lunch, and began to play in the living room, as the weather was crappola and there was no way they could go outside. So, feeling as laid back as I was (and having popped another pin besides), I allowed the kids to build forts in the living room with all the blankets and pillows in the house, under the condition that they share all, no secret clubs and no �no boys/girls allowed�.
Holy crap. It was the easiest afternoon with all those kids, ever. Things went so smoothly, when PunkDaddy came in to get Bobby and Cindy, I didn�t even realize it was time for them to go.
So, anyway. Mama made a nice supper for the family and did the whole mom thing. Got the kids already for bed and popped half a perc that Andrea had hooked me up with. Now, I was never into narcotics at all until last year when Hub blew his eye out and got a prescription for perc0cet. (He still has both eyes, it�s just one is blind. He did it at work. He put ether on a carburetor to get it started and it caught fire. He had his face in there, trying to get the fire out, and it blew up in his face. See what I mean by he�s not the sharpest tool in the shed? Who sticks their face under the hood of a truck that�s on fire? My husband, that�s who. Chief Black Cloud. But, he did get a nice little 5 figure settlement out of it for losing his eyesight. It could have been much more (ie; 6 figures), except the accident technically was his own fault. But I digress). Anyway, he didn�t like the percs much, so I ended up eating them all over the course of a month or so.
They really shouldn�t put those warnings on med labels that say �Do not take with alcohol� because there are people (me) who take that as more of an invitation than a warning. So, of course, I had a few beers. I had six in the fridge, but after two I was very happy, and when I went to get #3, I was surprised that I�d only had two so far.
I was hitting on Hub really badly because I was all horned up and needed to get me some. I�d called him up when he was picking Butthead up at driver�s ed and started dirty talking to him. He�s all, �I�ll talk to you when I get home. Get the room ready� which means, light candles and incense and pop in a porn. (We have a semi-new porn which is my absolute favorite. It�s called �Splish Splash�, don�t ask me who�s in it cuz if it�s not Seka or Ron Jeremy or John Holmes, I don�t know their names. It gets me crazy wet more than any of our others. The chicks in it have their clits pierced, which I always thought was nasty but it looks cool, makes me consider having it done to myself).
Of course, instead of doing that, I�m on the computer catching up on d-land. Oops. So he came home and hooked it all up. I got up there and smelled his face and was like, �Uh, where�s the Obsession?�. So he put that on and I put on the red Victori@�s Secret nightie and went to it.
It�s so much more exciting with some narcs inside me. And thinking of a certain Cali boy at the same time. And tried a new technique suggested to me, of putting my feet on his shoulders while he was downtown. NICE.
Anyway, busy weekend ahead. Running errands tomorrow, including a trip to P@csun to get Beavis another horrendously overpriced Element sweatshirt (out of his own pocket, btw). He fancies himself a skater now.
Then, tomorrow night, we are going to a Yankee swap party with Andrea and Willy (Hub�s new bitch). But it�s not just any Yankee swap. It has been suggested to buy presents such as drug paraphernalia or sex toys. Fun! Andrea and I have tentative plans to hit the headshop together where they sell both. I might pick up one of those silver bullet things for myself. I hate the vibe we have. Maybe on of those big fat dildoes too. Hub has been disappointing me in that area lately, if you�re picking up what I�m putting down.
Anyway, plans for party: drive over to Andrea�s and leave the van. Go to party. Cab it home. I plan on getting pleasantly drunk and having fun. And if Hub is going to be Mr. Avoidant, well, Andrea�s cousin and I can continue the flirting that we began at the stripper party back in October.
So, that�s that. It only took me almost two hours to write this, between the kids and stupid MS shutting me down after I had saved not a lot of writing. Dammit. Bill Gates really has something against me, I�m sure. That�s why I don�t use your stupid Internet Explorer anymore, ya bastid!
Okay, I�m out, yo. Peace and all that shit.