1) last nights Butter Chicken is trying to burn it's way through your stomach
2) between 3 and 6 am there is a thunder and lightning storm hanging around over your house
3) your dog is scared shitless and whimpering by your pillow for the 3 hours the storm has been raging.
So really, getting up at 0530 hrs is no big thing, and 20 minutes latter I'm dressed, with make up (including eyeliner wings, eye shadow and the whole nine yards) and heading out the door for a 6 am coffee and to read the newspaper.
One thing I do like, is women who dress "slutty", and since your not here to play that role, guess it will just have to be me.
I've no real objection to wearing tight shinny tops and mini skirts, although I would prefer to wear this when we were in quite a private location (quaint restaurant, movie theater, your house etc) but for latter on this morning it just wouldn't be lady like.
|And I still got "Sir", don't know why I bother some days.|
Since your not here for me to relax my legs on and chat with, and nothing else is open for another hour or so, I think I will head home, do my blog and when wife wakes up, give her breakfast in bed and a snuggle.
I would one day like to get up, put my floral dress on and head to church. I vaguely remember the format of the Catholic mass, but friends go there and same applies for the other churches in my area
I'm not really in to church, my grandfather suffered terribly at their hands in the early 1900's with their hell fire & brimstone attitude.
Besides, being a Star Wars fan, I tend to use "The Force" when I want or need a miracle, and there isn't any churches for Jedi wanabes yet.
I'm rambling again aren't I, happens when I get bored, sorry about that and hope your having another great weekend
I have a new garden shed to pick up before noon, big enough to move my workshop in to as well as storage area, going to be way cool having a decent shed, but for now better get wife's coffee ready.
Got the shed parts home, then because the day heated up, I swapped in to a summer black dress with plunging neck and back and went to the local movie house for a 3.30 session of Hunger Games.
Nice reaction from everyone on the way in, sat in between a woman on her own and a mother and daughter (20ish) on my other side, spoke to the daughter briefly.
On the way out several people in the foyer were taken by surprise, and as some looked about the same school age as my girls, I decided to hot foot it out just in case any of them had been to the numerous parties at my house.