So, um, the red streaked finger prints near the door of my hotel room?

I really hope that's make up, and not like, blood.

Skimming over my friends list, it looks like many of you had a lovely Thanksgiving. Some of you also had a not-so-lovely Thanksgiving. :( *snugs*

My life has pretty much been a blur since last Wednesday night, when Ty and I spent our "date night" watching The Mist (Don't waste your money. Ty does say the movie "Gigli" was worse, but....) and going out for drinks and live music. Then we ended up *censored* until 2:30 am, which made us less than thrilled to wake up on Thanksgiving to make the three hour trek to his mom's house. We did have a wonderful Thanksgiving with his mom and step-dad, despite the tiredness.

She made plenty of vegetarian food, and sent us home with a HUGE box of leftovers, which we are still trying to eat. Her "blessing" before the meal started with "Thank you, God, for my son, and for Joella, the best thing in his life". (Awwww!)

We watched the Packer's kick ass. (I can't believe I'm finally starting to understand football. I had totally given up hope of that ever happening, but Ty is patient. He doesn't try to explain it all at once, like everyone has in the past, but just lets me watch and ask questions when I think to, and then gets excited that I'm asking about it rather than making me feel stupid for not knowing.)

We got home at a decent hour on Thanksgiving. I took a bath and had a glass of wine, and then we curled up on the couch to snuggle and drink tea to the light of the TV. ( And that's when all hell broke loose... )

Messages like this are why I've all but abandoned OKCupid:



Subject: Ok no casual sex!!!!!!

Message:

But at least let me have some milk :p
Or let me see tha twins...
ok last one want some forplay??????? :p
yum yum yum....... I Bet you shave your Phanochia!!!


Phanochia? What the fuck is that?


I am tempted to write him back to inform him that I am not currently lactating, that I have not given birth to twins, and that I do, in fact, have bush.

I can't BELIEVE I forgot to write about the creepy guy at the garage sale. It might be best to simply share the dialog. CG=Creepy Guy E=Emily J=Me.

CG: (picks up silver lame skirt, a halloween costume reject) Is this a top or a bottom?
E: Its a skirt
CG holds skirt up to himself, decides it won't fit, puts it back.
CG continues to look through our clothes, then glances around at the other tables a bit.
CG: Do you have any hunting stuff?
J: No, I'm sorry, we don't.
CG: How about camping gear?
J: Not for sale!
E: We use that too much!
CG: Good girls! So no hunting or camping stuff.
(pause)
How about intimates? Do you have any intimates?
J&E: Nope, none, sorry!
CG: Hmmm....too bad. Is there a Good Will around here?
We give him directions to the Good Will. He starts to leave, then notices the tattoo on my back. He comes over and touches it. (I strongly dislike when strangers touch my tattoos without asking first.)
CG: Did that hurt?
J: Yeah, a little bit!
E: But she's pretty tough
CG: Visibly cowers, gets a glint in his eye and says, very "sexily"

You BOTH look really tough.

In fact, I'd love to lay at your feet and wait for your commands.

You can dress me up too.


E&J: Nervous giggling

The man left at that point. We weren't to the point of being scared or anything, but it was definitely a little creepy. I mean, who goes out looking for doms at garage sales? (And neither Emily nor I are "into" that anyway!)