A Boy and His Balls

My husband is in the kitchen pounding his meat. We’re having hamburgers for dinner. Was it wrong of me to start off this way? You must forgive me. My mouth hurts. I have a bad tooth which kept me awake all night and I’m tired. I have a tendency to be bad when I’m tired. Poor impulse control.

I love double entendres. Almost everything I think or say has more than one meaning. I find saying things with underlining risqué meanings in a very offhand way entertaining. Most people don’t even pick up on it but every once in a while I’ll look at someone and they’ll have a stupid lopsided grin and I’ll know they’ve understood. People I click with play the same game.

I particularly love to do this in large groups and office meetings when I become bored out of my gourd. I feel bad sometimes because I really can get carried away and I make others laugh and misbehave, too. I do it so subtly that I never get in trouble. I get tingly just thinking about it.

I put up a slide show of Longwood Gardens on my Photograph Site. It used to be a DuPont estate and is now a horticultural wonder. I went there on New Year’s Eve with my Mommy. My Journal Site has some short, short, story snippets that come from random phrase five minute timed writing. If you have been reading Divine Death there have been a couple of additions and things have gotten a bit hot.

I commented at Nessa’s Reading Room and updated my reading list. And finally, to see some of the things I made in December have a look at my Craft Site.

Now I am so worn out from exposing myself to you, that I must take a nap.