Squeaky, uh, squeak, sqeaker, squeakin’

Last evening was a tub of fun. Loud with a lot of mostly unknown people’s very busy energy swirling around. I did have a great time, though. It was about 10 or so when I finally got home. A smarter person than me, knowing that I had to be at work early this morning might’ve gone to bed then. Did I? Oh, noooooooo… Of course not. I sat up and read for a bit, interjected some reason into the Kitty Smackdowns that were happening, checked email, chatted with Dodger, and eventually went to sleep close to 2 this morning.
Now I ask you: Was that wise? Was that smart? What would an intellectual do? What would…Plato do?

But I digress. Today I have to:

Finish work
Sweep / mop kitchen
Sweep / mop front bathroom
Vacuum living areas
Terrorize small fuzzy critters
Vacuum bedrooms
Terrorize the balance of the fuzzy critters currently aboding with me
Swab out bathroom sinks
Tubs
and toilets
Sort mail
Go get the Girlie from daycare
Get cleaned up and dressed
Drop her off with fantabulous best friend for overnight stay
Go get D from airport

Tonight….
At 9 something tonight, I will be anxiously scanning faces at the airport. I will be looking for D’s face amongst the masses. He should be easy to spot – 6 foot tall, golden brown hipppies wearing NY Yankees ball caps just aren’t that common in Austin.
Eventually, our paths will cross. We will walk towards one another, eyes only for each other. I will be enfolded up against him, arms reaching round, my hands in the small of his back. Everything and everyone around us will cease to exist. I will raise up on my tiptoes to press my face against his neck to breath in the clean scent of him. The reality, the solidity of my lover pressed against me.

please…

15 thoughts on “Squeaky, uh, squeak, sqeaker, squeakin’

    1. A lot of the jewelry that I wear, esp. earrings, are made by moi.

      You know, I gave up beading/jewelry making/etc. because when I lived with my ex, I just found it to be too overwhelming. But I have to admit…the lure of the bead, the bone, the bauble draws me.

      It was fabulous to see you as well. Much fun was had and Summer entreated me on the way home, “are we ever going back?”

      1. You should see my bead collection. It is a more portable version of my rock collection so it is all natural things like semi-precious stones or wood.

    1. Thank you, hon. ???? Not sure what prompted but i appreciate it muchly, muchly.

      BTW…Fluff & Muff started the Kitty Smackdowns last night. They were in a mood.

      1. Hrm.. I think you are correct, however i beleve the “er” sound on the second sylable expresses a fresh or new felling so i beleve this may be more of a “You owe me a *new* acorn!” LOL 🙂

      2. Yzma: Tell us where the talking llama is, and we’ll burn your house to the ground.
        Kronk: Uh, don’t you mean “or”?
        Yzma: [sighs] Tell us where the talking llama is, *or* we’ll burn your house to the ground.
        Chaca: Well, which one is it? That seems like a pretty crucial conjunction.

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