Is it a sex blog? A mommy blog? A bitch & moan blog? Um, . . . yeah. This is my place to be totally honest. In my real life, I feel like I'm always lying to somebody about something. Here, I am totally honest. Brutally so. However, no matter what bad things I say about my kids, I adore them and would never ever really, say, sell them on Ebay. The husband, often referred to as Spousehole, is another story. Oh yeah - if you are under 18 (or if you are my husband), please leave now.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Sunday Memes, Live From the Opium Den

Unconscious Mutterings, the Free Association meme

  1. Score :: Touchdown

  2. Luxurious :: Decadent

  3. Party :: Time

  4. Limited edition :: Vehicle

  5. Security :: Company

  6. Betty :: Page

  7. Under construction :: Michigan roads

  8. Pest :: Little sister

  9. director :: producer

  10. Express :: Oil Change



BTW Sunday

By the way...
How good are you at rhymes? Finish each one...

As my love for you grows dear, still I grow weary of having you near.

A more cherished love you'll never find, especially with such a fine behind.

Tell me now and tell me true, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Please take my heart for your very own, but keep your mitts off my cell phone!

Our love will never be empty and hollow, in the mush and gush will it wallow.

I adore the way you tell me, scuse me babe - I gotta pee.

Valentine's Day is all candy and flowers, but a guy without just sits and cowers.

You bring a twinkle to my eye, as you slowly open your fly.

I'm a little valentine, made for you, a gift of sweetness, full of goo.

And, last but not least...

Roses are red, violets are blue, this poem sucks 'cuz I haven't a clue!


So, why is the Rabbit Warren now the Opium Den?

My in-laws gave me two little bottles of Opium perfume in my stocking at Christmas. I don't wear Opium, so I kind of forgot about them. Girl found them. Doused herself in Opium, splashing some on my kitchen floor and cabinets. While I cleaned that up, she had the other bottle and decided to play "chef." She put some raisins in a small toy saucepan and splashed them liberally with Opium - apparently imitating mommy making rum raisin sauce for ham earlier in the week.

O.M.G.

I finally have the Girl free of the smell, several baths later. My kitchen, however, may never recover. I'm going to need to burn dinner or cook fish or something to cover that smell. I mean, it could be worse, but it could be a lot better too. Opium isn't horrible, it's just not my first choice. And Spousehole hates it because it reminds him of his mother.

3 comments:

Flat Coke and Flies said...

Opium always had an "old lady smell" to me. Cook with LOTS of garlic this week!!

The Silent Male said...

I don't know, if it keeps him out of the kitchen, it might be a smell worth tolerating (then you have a room in the house all to yourself). Ok, me being mean, smiles Bunny.

Blonde, Not Sutpid said...

If he hates it because it reminds him of his mother, I'd smother it all over the house.