Cesar. If you are listening, I would like to offer my most humble apologies. I did not intend to moon you. After all, I barely know you. And I gave up mooning virtual strangers months ago.
Why did I do it???! I have no idea. Here is what happened: Cesar is a handsome Latino who speaks little English. He came by yesterday to look at our basement so that he could prepare an estimate to finish it.
This afternoon I had to go tee tee and was therefore - as I do sometimes - sitting on the toilet. My cell phone began ringing in the kitchen and as my husband has been sick I did a quickie wipe and then ran out of the bathroom to retrieve to phone to ensure that the husband hadn't passed out or something. My pants were somewhere between my knee's and ankles.
It wasn't the hubs. It was Cesar. Who was at my house. Outside my front door. In eye shot of the potty from which I fled, pantsless. It's nice to meet you, too. Thank you for hand delivering your proposal and for calling me to announce your arrival instead of ringing the doorbell. I couldn't understand a word you said but it was probably just some stammering about how you didn't want to wake up my baby in case he was napping. That's fine. I'm just glad that I didn't turn you to stone or anything. Cuz that could totally happen. Go home and rest your eyes. You'll be fine.
I'm going to put a link to humor-blogs.com even though my stuff doesn't seem to be going through. I guess they are still having issues. Did you know that whenever you click on the humor-blogs link that my blog gets a vote? So click for me and my moon, please!!
Why did I do it???! I have no idea. Here is what happened: Cesar is a handsome Latino who speaks little English. He came by yesterday to look at our basement so that he could prepare an estimate to finish it.
This afternoon I had to go tee tee and was therefore - as I do sometimes - sitting on the toilet. My cell phone began ringing in the kitchen and as my husband has been sick I did a quickie wipe and then ran out of the bathroom to retrieve to phone to ensure that the husband hadn't passed out or something. My pants were somewhere between my knee's and ankles.
It wasn't the hubs. It was Cesar. Who was at my house. Outside my front door. In eye shot of the potty from which I fled, pantsless. It's nice to meet you, too. Thank you for hand delivering your proposal and for calling me to announce your arrival instead of ringing the doorbell. I couldn't understand a word you said but it was probably just some stammering about how you didn't want to wake up my baby in case he was napping. That's fine. I'm just glad that I didn't turn you to stone or anything. Cuz that could totally happen. Go home and rest your eyes. You'll be fine.
I'm going to put a link to humor-blogs.com even though my stuff doesn't seem to be going through. I guess they are still having issues. Did you know that whenever you click on the humor-blogs link that my blog gets a vote? So click for me and my moon, please!!
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Either way, he's got a story for his amigos.
Damon - Well, I've heard that Hispanic men are fond of big boobs and butts, so I'm delivering there. But I would assert that NOBODY looks sexy running with their pants around their ankles. NOBODY.
My prob is that our whole family just goes to the bathroom with the doors wide open so I tend to forget to shut the door when people come to visit.
Alice - Yep, we know that trick. And one of my kids makes SO much noise when she goes number 2. I am constantly walking around closing the door while they are going. And then, of course, I have to go back there later and flush the toilet for them. Because that's somehow too much for them to handle.
yeah, i have no idea what's up with h-b. all i know is i'm beating damon.
Frog - So I checked me email first thing this morning - before coffee and whatnot. I read your comment and could feel my face blushing...I fell for it for like 2 seconds. Apparently I'm quite easily fooled first thing in the morning! And of course now Cesar is currently in my basement probably trying to build an eye shield should he have to pass the front door again. Poor bastard.
Leigh - Hi! Way to kick Damons butt! The Frog has been riding me hard on the charts but - what can I say? - I kind of like it like that!
It seems like the voting thing is working on HB but not the page links. Hopefully we won't all slide away into obscurity without it. And it sounds like Diesel has been busy at work so he probably needs this shit like another hole in his head. Fucking hackers.