Back to work this morning, feeling a bit wobbly, but otherwise on the mend. Am feeling pretty leery of food products in general, so spent yesterday eating only known entities like pasta and thoroughly scorched chicken breast. After Sunday’s brush with gastroenteritis (a.k.a. the Big Bad Food Poisoning), who can take chances?
Am starting to believe that am something of a Clara — Heidi’s little friend with the delicate immune system that eventually must be sent to the mountains to run free and develop billygoat-like ruddiness — and am simply in need of a lengthy retreat at Grandfather’s cabin. And some lederhosen. That Heidi had some enviable lederhosen. So did the Von Trapp kids, but they also had to run ’round singing all the time and that just might get annoying.
On another note, realized this morning that have been missing B quite acutely. B packed up and moved to Florida over a month ago to try his hand at his brother’s trade. Now, instead of spending his days amusing me with email pleas to make out with him or join in miscellaneous and tawdry activities with him and his girlfriend, he is mending boats. And I am here with no one to play our silly innuendo games. Sure do miss B. Am convinced that a gal needs a healthy (if not daily) dose of innuendo just to keep things interesting.
Oh, and some lederhosen.
Aren’t they one and the same? And I was always a little skeptical about Clara’s sudden recovery in the mountains. I think she’d more likely die of a horrible sheep-borne disease.
I take it the book writing isn’t going so well? See, you should have stuck with a book of lists.
What would make you assume that?
It’s actually going very well! I produced about six thousand words this weekend. And a complete story line. It has worked very well.
Innuendo? Did someone say innuendo?
Can’t help you on the lederhosen, however.
I’m just pushing for the book of lists. I’m a list person myself and was hoping to cut out some of my list generation time. Besides, I couldn’t think of a creative way to work lederhosen into a comment or **gasp** an innuendo……..6,000 words huh? You sure there’s no list in any of those?
There is nothing like a good game of email innuendo with a favourite male colleague while at the work place. It’s like under the table footsies with no repercussions.