Contrary to what the neighbors reported yesterday, I did NOT tackle the UPS man, wrestle the box he was carrying from his hands, and dash into the house mumbling “My precioussssss.” Nor did I give him a big sloppy kiss. He’s cute but not that cute. Even if he did bring my new coffee maker. Want to see?
Some of you may have seen my comment yesterday on Facebook about the woman with balls. Yeah. You read that right. I really wish I’d taken the risk of grabbing my iPhone to snap a picture but I was driving at the time. See, I overheard the conversation while I was in the drive-through line at the cleaners. The woman in question was on her cellphone walking out of the cleaners and I overheard her say:
“I don’t really care what anyone thinks. They’re my ex’s. I got them in the divorce and I’ll be damned if he ever gets them back.”
I didn’t think much about it until she got in her car and pulled out in front of me. She was driving a late model Hyundai sporty sedan. (Don’t ask me the model, I have no clue!) And hanging from the license plate frame was a pair of metal balls. Like THESE. But wait. Even if you know what I’m talking about, you must click the link. And scroll down below the pics to see the sales pitch. Trust me. It’s worth it. The double entendres are just…perfect. Of course, my brain went there. Immediately. Go see for yourself.
I’ll be luxuriating in fresh, hot, TASTY coffee today. And trying to get focused to work again. Because with coffee and balls…what else am I going to do, right? 😉