I was reading my other blog cheering myself up (with my own writing, geeezzzz) and came across this one I wrote about C. I can't believe I never came and shared it here - it's me being a DORK, that's my best material. You all know I'm missing my C. so I'm posting this (because I have nothing today and am a lazy bastard but still want to please you) for my man. (my man that doesn't know I write about him but whatever :P)
Sept. 7th '07
I'm thankful that C. takes my sometimes too honest (whoops! I should have lied!) foot in mouth conversations quite well. In stride I guess some say.I.E. Yesterday we were talking about him making cookies at the bakery and he was showing me the callouses on his hands from kneading the dough. I guess making cookies is like for real hard work - who friggen knew??
Anyways I mentioned that his muscles must be getting bigger and I asked him to do his little trick where he can move his pecks with out uh. moving er, well ya know like in the 80's how all the muscle guys would make their pecks dance by themselves? Gahh I hope you get it.
He moved his little man pecks for me -I always ask him to do it because it kind of cracks me up, he gets to looking all concentrated and manly and it makes me laugh - PLUS it always ceases to amaze me that a guy with a good body would want to be with me and I'm proud of his little goofy peck dance. Ok whatever, so he did his thing and I noticed that they really HAD gotten bigger after weeks of manual cookie making. One more reason to love cookies.
The conversation ended up being something like this.
"Make your chi chi's move for your chaquita"
*moves chi chi's*
"Eeeeee!! They got bigger and they move more!!"
"Does daht make ju horny?" ( i think he was being serious?)
. . ."Nah. . . I just think it's cool."
Ah well he laughed at me and took it all in stride as usual - and after like 30 seconds I came around and thought "aww crap." and proceeded to say "Wait, I mean YEEEEESSS of COURRSSE so horny. Oh papi so sexy."
Of course I only made it to "horny" before I started busting up laughing. But oh well, I tried and he laughed.
I do the foot in mouth thing just about on the hour and I think he's come to the conclusion that I'm just an honest person. Thank goodness for an understanding (tolerant) man. :)