Just don't do it.

I have a few pet peeves.

Today's post: WINKING

Just don't do it.

It's not cute. It's not sexy. It's creepy. Just plain creepy.

Why is it that it is always people who are within about 15 years of my age? Do they think they are communicating something secret? If so, what? I missed that day in class.

Do we have a special connection? Your wink makes me want to retreat five steps. Ewww.

I never see the elderly doing it. Maybe they used to but can't anymore, or maybe they are more refined. 20 somethings don't do it. Well, at least not to me. I hope they don't do it to their peers. If they do, I hope they then jump off a pier.

A complete stranger at the health club-an employee- walked past me while I was talking to a trainer and she winked. "Oh, honey, aren't you good for talking with a trainer" or maybe... "Sweetie, you should really work out more" or "Hey there... " or whatever. I have no tolerance for winking.

It gets my blood rolling. It really does.

Well howdy

I am an awful Blogger. I admit. I just wonder what in the world would be interesting to y'all. Whoever y'all might be.

Anyhew, the previous post referred to three words DH used to describe me. I wasn't happy nor was I in a good place after that.

MOVING ON>

It's finally summer here in the Twin Cities. 80 degrees. Yummy.

We have a house being built next to us and we are quickly closing in on the end of the second year of construction. I'll be so lonely when all the worker men leave.... NOT!

I haven't been able to get into my driveway all day (it's shared with the house they are building) It's either the cement truck or some other kind of vehicle blocking. Sigh... So done with that.

So since the weather is fabulous I've decided to paint Blue's room! HUH? Yeah, I'm ill. But Blue is at camp for two weeks and It's a good time to get it done without displacing her too much.

So, tonight I'm keeping away from the sauce (wine is the choice) and just painting. Gecko is sick with a fever so I'll plop him in front of the TV for a while.

And if I get a goodly portion done tonight I'll enjoy tomorrow's weather and garden. Did I mention DH volunteered our house to host a cocktail party for this fancy schmancy golf course tournament? I think I'll have to hire gardening help to make this joint acceptable to the high and mighty. <> If the damn weeds would stay down.

Until later

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Sumo Wrestler

Rubinesque

Buxom