Hot Naked Sex….oh geez

Last night Trent and I finally had our first date night in ages (get your mind out of the gutter, this post is not about us!). We had a lovely time at dinner, drinks and a HORRIBLE movie. If you never listen to anything I say on this site, please listen now: DO NOT GO SEE THE FOUNTAIN! This was the WORST movie I’ve seen in such a long time. Even Trent wanted to walk out of it.

Moving on, our good friends and Lucy’s godparents, Heath and Mikayla, came over to watch Lucylu. Since Lucy goes to bed pretty early, I think they probably just hung out, maybe watched TV and checked their email.

This morning I was checking my email and realized that I had saved in my cache www.hotnakedsex.com. Why did I have this saved in my cache? It has to do with the massive amounts of spam in my inbox and comments section and some slight curiousity of what they were trying to sell me. And I’m into online porn. Obviously.

Now I’m just wondering what their reaction was if they noticed this lovely porn site on my computer? They probably just shrugged and figured, “she always seemed to be on that laptop a lot.”

Strange Spam

I’ve started to get a ton of spam in my inbox due to the higher traffic of this site. The titles are weird enough (john’s appendix, happy erection, new stove finger, just a few of my faves), but now even the body of the emails are getting strange. I used to get mostly stock tips, but today I got this:

The guy who was supposed to buy the tickets turned up late and came up
with a lame excuse and our money back, but no tickets of course.
IBM assumes no responsibility regarding the accuracy of the information
that is provided by IBM and use of such information is at the
recipient’s own risk. Weeks of turkey sandwiches reheated turkey and
stuffing.
It is simple to make and has a stunning flavor.
Highlights include a cocktail evening where participants get to meet the
famous chefs and discuss the food with them.
Apples, raisins, pecans and orange zest add a tangy fruit flavor to the
Capirotada and the warmth of anise, cloves and cinnamon bring out spicy
Christmas flavors.

Friday Night

How is it, that on a Friday night, I end up not only at home alone (well, the baby is here, but until she can control the spit coming out of her mouth she does not count as sufficient company), but at home, alone, watching the most horrible show on TV. America’s. Funniest. Home. Videos.

Don’t know why, but I can’t stand this effing show! You’d think I’d like it, I mean, it’s reality TV at it’s core. But I don’t. It makes my skin crawl. And yet, I’m watching it. Not laughing, just watching.

So lame.

Why

Why do babies have to grow up? And get teeth? And wake up at 3 a.m. crying hysterically because of the pain in their mouths? And not nap because of the pain in their mouths? And act EXTREMELY crabby because of the pain in their mouths?

And why is it sleeting/snowing today? Last night I walked down to the plaza and it was 70 degrees!

Is it bad when…

you leave the room and find the baby in the fireplace when you return?

Or when someone leaves your house by telling you they are going to go wake up their girlfriend and try to get some sex?

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