Sunday, July 23, 2006

What was that strange thing in the sky?

Yowza, it was actually pleasant out there today. With the rain stopped and the oppressive heat and humidity at tolerable levels, it was the first time in a while I've wanted to be outside.

My friend, Lady Voldermort (She Who Must Not Be Named) was even inspired to call and suggest lunch in the Park this afternoon. Now, I have to admit, I'm not a big picnic person. Sitting on the ground and eating while God knows what crawls around you – ugh.

But you know me. Mr. I Never Complain. Mr. Whatever You Want. Mr. I Live to Accommodate. Hah. Once again, how some lucky gal hasn't snatched me up yet, I just don't know.

But it was actually very nice. I brought an amusing little bottle of white zinf, she showed up with a melange of appetizers-to-go from Uptown (quesadillas, dumplings, chicken wings). Beautiful.

I'm not really a big fan of the sun, though, these days. I'm so damnned fair-skinned it doesn't take much to make me burn, and I slathered on the SPF 30.

So between that and the wings, and neither of us thinking to bring wet naps, I felt disgusting after we finished. When I got home, I stood in the shower for literally 45 minutes. I'm not saying I'm like Howard Hughes towards his end, but I do have issues. Oh well, at least I'm clean.


Anonymous said...

Excessive washing? hmm can we say OCD???

Anonymous said...

lol maybe he just likes to be clean instead of dirty anonymous?

Anonymous said...

I like it! Good job. Go on.

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