||[Jan. 26th, 2006|11:23 pm]
You're only as old as you feel
|||||Duke Ellington - Sophisticated Ladies||]|
Senora Health Freak is finally off her "low carb" kick. She finally admits to me that she was just doing it to get back at me for our little "no smoking" argument. Well, no shit that's all she was doing. You think I'd believe for two seconds that any self-respecting latina broad would honestly advocate a low carb life style? I knew that crazy dame just had it out for me. "Low carb".....what a crock of shit. Hell, if I lost any more weight, I'd stand very still, spread my arms out, and let people hang their coats and hats on me. So I knew that she knew I didn't need all that low carb shit. Too much more of that and I would have had a few earthworms crawling though my ears about six feet under. Serving low carb pasta to an Italian is just like serving a big plate of salt to a damn slug.
Well, ofcourse this means my darling Loma is on another kick: running. Moday through Friday, every damn morning. Yeah, she used to just do it by herself, but now she drags me along by the leash every fucking time. I tell you, the crazy dame wants to kill me and make it look like an accident. Sheesh, I haven't suffered this much since boot camp......and she still won't let me light up in doors.
Say, anyone interested in a lovely, "loca" hispanic widow?
On another note, my boys seem to really like it up here. I thought they'd enjoy it. They love the out doors, and the weather. (Loma hates it. The little hot house plant.) They've been doing a lot of rugged type things lately that I could never quite catch on to. The other night we ate a rabbit that Cath caught in the woods. How do you like that? I was so proud of him; catching dinner like that. Hell, I never did anything like that. I was such a little city-kid. The only thing I ever caught was a cab. I guess Kohl thinks he's behind now. Poor little competative Kohl. He's gonna try for a deer tomorrow. You know, gotta top that rabbit. Gotta be more manly than the other one......Ah, poor Kohlius.
Well, I'll catch you kids tomorrow if Loma and her crazy antics haven't killed me by then.
Good Night, Folkes