The guys at work are going through a HonkeyTonk phase..I can only hope they get over it soon...I have never heard the Take This Job and Shove It Song, the theme song from Smokey and the Bandit and Elvira by none other than the great Oakridge boys so much in the last two weeks..the songs remind me of my grandparents who used to listen to them at the spot bar when I was growing up....god I think I used to play that song on the jukebox there...once in a while Convoy will come on with some Willy Nelson mixed in..how did they get here...it used to be Eminen CDs and 98kupd..I have noticed they are talking about boobs much more than usual as well..I woke up early today...with time to spare before having to rush out the door...I love days like that..I looked along with my ex husband as he picked out a ring setting for his soon to be bride..I helped with the King Tut report Nick has due..and we practiced it over..and over again....public speaking was never my forte and I can tell it isn't his either ...i never felt less nervous when picturing everyone in their underwear...is that some kind of cruel joke...it amazes me how much and how loud my boyfriend snores...my 10 yr old thinks I should make a video of it...the highlight of the day was my dermatologist calling to say I have skin cancer..which was followed by my ex giving me a lorazipan (sp?) to calm my anxiety and a big Thai lunch where the guys conversation was predominantly about boobs on the Asian waitresses in the joint..even noticing the genetic match between mother and daughter..I ate the other half of the bag of Carmel popcorn for dinner and a little asparagus even though I made a huge meal..finished my Sociology quiz and exam for the week and got an A on both....I can now differentiate between what makes us different from Chimpanzees...time for sleep and appointments and decorating the dream house in my head that puts me to sleep every night...or maybe I'll be dreaming of Burt Reynolds again tonight. P.S. The tanning bed phase a few yrs back was a bad idea
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