Still goin'...
Stayed up last night and got the house done.
Went to the horse farm (that I still don't know the name of, if it even has one). Got m'shit done there.
Came home and did the nails (and Dear Gawd do they feel better now).
And... I called Fabio, like he wanted.
*snort out a mild stream of steam* Went on upstairs and switched the wash around and tried Fabio again. He answers, "Hey you... How ya doin'?" He knew it was me. (Again... Ooookay...) The chick who does the schedule is doing it now. He said he's gonna call me back and let me know when-n-shit. I asked him how long he'd be there and he said pretty much all day, so I told him since he was gonna call me back with my schedule, what I was thinking of doing was going and getting the shirt and showing up over there in waitress mode so he can see what I look like when I don't look like a bounty hunter or something. He likes that idea.
So do I, 'cause there is no set time involved.
Which means I can go on and put a coupla coats of "clear" on the new nails and get a shower, go to Wally-world and get ready to be human again in my own time. This is starting to almost be fun, here.... 'Course, after I "go see" Fabio, I do have two more stalls waitin' for me, so I get to start out the day a shit slinger, then dress up like a shit-on-a-shingle slinger without actually having to do that, then come home and get changed a-gain and go fork more hoss poopage.
Oh, then I get to come back here and re-sanitize myself so I can make dinner. Back and forth, back and forth... hope I don't EVER get this shit totally backwards.
It'd impress the HELL outta my Boss at the horse farm, me showing up looking the way I'm gonna hafta to waitress, but, somehow, I doubt the reverse would be so true...
Kinda like if Eric got sex and AI backwards.
The cows would all loooove him, I'm sure.
Me? Not so much. Which reminds me of a cute lil "Eric story" from back at the farm in Jersey, before we got together.... He was the herdsman there, too and, naturally, one of his myriad jobs was breeding cows.
Now, I know when you use these semen straws, they have to be thawed and kept at the right temp til they're "used". I've seen guys carry them inside of their clothes, wrapped in paper towels and, if it's hot enough outside to begin with, in their teeth while they're heading for the cow. One night, I was headed for the parlor and Eric was coming out, headed for the office.
He had something very white hanging out of the zipper of his coveralls, not that I was looking... (Hell, I was scared his witch of an ex-wife would somehow know if I looked at him, let alone THERE, so I mostly just avoided him.... til he came home with me that time and is still here... *grin*) Anyway, "looking" or not, it was kinda hard to miss whatever it was hanging out there, all bright white against his cowpoopedon pants. So, I just kinda waved in the general direction of his pants and said, "Ummm... what's that?" "A breeding needle", he says, not realizing it was really a paper towel, nor just where it was hangin' from.' Immediately, my brain engaged my mouth and since he didn't know WHAT was where, I simply said, "Ohhhh. Is that what y'all are callin' 'em these days? Are ya sure "needle" is the optimal word ya wanna use?" He finally looks down, sees EXACTLY where the "thing" is protruding from and proceeded to turn 97 shades of red while I tried not to pee myself laughing. "Sellin' yerself a little short... or narrow, there, don'tcha think, Sweetie?", I continued. He just got even redder and started stuttering. Hell, he still gets all red and giggly when I bring that up.
I love that... Breeding needle... jeezus. Anyway...
gotta go clear coat the nails, either get a shower, then go to WalMart or vice versa, then go see Fabio. Back later... Peace, y'all.
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