The neighborhood in which I live is commonly known as the “gayborhood” but we love sharing our community with the straighties. Anyway, just saw a cute older couple (mid 60’s) pushing a stroller down the street. Of course I had to go up and say hi because that stroller they were pushing was FABULOUS. As you may have suspected inside of it was a lil thingie. More
In response to someone telling me they were going to “learn me football soon”. I’m repeating this because I think it may be the key to explaining why sports and me go together like Christmas lights in a Ficus tree, no ma’am!! “Umm NO. The last time I tried to learn football I was in early elementary school. My daddy thought it was a good idea…
Obviously I’m as butch as I can be. I wonder why it is that the filling station always has a way of sissying me up during my visit there. Take today for example. My car always stays running while gas is being filled into it. I stick the gun thingie in the hole and decide that I need to get some of the bugs off my windshield. Did you know that the auto wipers are not sensitive to bug splatters but are highly sensitive to the windshield sponge thingie. **insert first scream**
A few weeks ago it was brought to my attention that several of you guys got on line and voted for me in the decorator column of the Arkansas Times “Best Of” issue.
To be “voted” the best at something does not necessarily make one the better subject, in my opinion it simply means the name is more recognized at the time of the poll via marketing, self promotion and of course hard work.