They Call Me Stub.

Remember when I posted about all the pictures of handsome young men that would show up every day on my Yahoo mail account? Yes, I still get them. But now I get this picture over and over.

I don't know if they realize it, but all it does is make me feel bad that I don't look like her. Actually, I've never been that thin even when I was seven. When I tried to be a blond, my hair turned orange. I have never worn clothes like that, but my daughters have because they have bodies like this girl.

When I was born, some mean fairy hit me with a wand and said, "She shall be short and stout. Never shall a designer dress fit her." My good fairy never showed her coward face to protect me from this curse!

When I was a janitor, the head guy called me "Stub". However, that didn't keep two of the guys wanting me desperately! One asked me to leave all behind and run away with him. I'm afraid that would have upset my kids and husband, so I didn't do it. The other guy just wanted a one night stand. Here was his line:

"So, wanna go to my place and do it?"

My, it was hard to turn down such a romantic notion, but I am a good girl and I did. Turn it down I mean. It is kind of weird how my weight doesn't deter some guys. I was at the pub a few years ago with my daughters and their friends. A guy about 35-40 was staring at us. One of the girls went over to him to talk for a while. It turns out he wanted ME! Unbelievable! Why!

I did look quite sophisticated sipping on my cranapple martini while the girls slung back beer. That must have been it. He thought I was sophisticated. He even saw me standing up - a foot shorter than everyone else. So, if anyone thinks they can't get a date just sit there and don't be interested in getting a date and you will get a date. Got that?

Why am I Reading Blogs at 12:30 am?

I'll tell you why. I now have a car at my disposal and my mom found out.

Just joking. Sort of.

Hubby has been home the last 5 weeks (someone please rescue me) because of an infection. He is recovering nicely, except for the constant whining. He will be back to work next week if I don't murder him first.

Anyway, I've had the car and so have been very busy. I've been taking him to the doctor and hospital. I've been taking my mother to the doctor, grocery store and bingo. I've been taking my daughter to Walmart and the pub (only once!). I've been getting the groceries, cooking more meals for hubby, and taking my other daughter bird-watching.

When I started blogging I was stuck at home 24/7. Well, it felt like it anyway. Now, I am actually out there in the world. I will admit I that while various people are at their appointments I sit in the car smoking, drinking Coke, reading, doing crosswords or listening to Elvis sing "While I Can Dream" on the radio for the tenth time. Why? Because I can. :)

So, that is why I get home from my mom's or the pub or bingo (we won $200 tonight) and am reading blogs at this unearthly hour. That is how important you all are to me. I open one blog and I'm fascinated, enthralled  thoroughly entertained and happy. I said to hubby before he went to bed, "I just love these people," and I do. Thanks for making my day more wonderful than it already was!