Packing and moving, as if LOOKING for the damn place wasn't enough work. At least I will be downtown again... oh happy day! Can't wait for the fun and fun and fun!
Not that it isn't fun here. Gary made the funniest comment EVER.
I was busy in my room with a few FRIENDS from the net I was cruising... chatting up. And after the last one (of about 4, that's not TOO many for a Party - is it?) slouched out the front door, I put on my robe and went to socialize with the roomies in the living room.
Without missing a beat Gary said "I was beginning to think of your room as a clown car - like in the circus. Just how many men were going to eventually come pouring out of there!" That BITCH, That funny, funny bitch! I am going to use that line if it takes my whole life!
Come to think of it, I almost wet myself on another line of his. Granted, it was one of those you-had-to-be-there lines, but I snorted coffee out mah NOSE!
It was a beautiful summer day and I had taken my coffee to the back porch to enjoy the moment. Now you need to know that I am a hirsute kind of guy, and that I am very, very well groomed; I use Nair on my back and I clip my chest hair to a presentable length for society. Good grooming is good grooming, after all. It isn't what you were given; (with ONE exception) It's what you do with it.
So there I was lapping up my morning joy by the mouthful: communing with the flora and admiring the fauna all about me. One of the fauna I was admiring was the tree surgeon who was whacking branches off the neighbor's tree. I was hoping that all the buzzing buzzing buzzing of branches in the hot sun would cause the slightest discomfort with that all too thick appearing T-shirt he was wearing. When suddenly I heard, louder than the buzz saw being wielded a few yards from me, Gary YELL from the kitchen:"WILL! ARE YOU TRIMMING YOUR BACK HAIR AGAIN?"
He really is an insufferable bitch. But FUNNY!