VBM is an avid NPR listener. I am also, but he has me beat because he brings a radio all around the house with him as he gets ready for his day, listening really hard to NPR. This morning, however, as I was languishing in bed being my no-Monday-workin' self, I heard strains of Peter Gabriel coming from the bathroom. VBM returned to our bedroom to find some clothes to put on. "Don't you ever get tired of listening to Peter Gabriel?" I asked him.
"No," He replied, pulling on some pants. "Today the fucking Decider was on, being a big jerk."
God I love this man.
I have not been writing, or taking pictures, or cooking.
Perhaps some of you can give me an assigment to kick start my creativity or my smartassery?
*sigh*
3 comments:
I am absolutely in desperate need to know what you think about women who don't know how to decorate. My apartment is the most bleak and boring place on the planet. My decorating scheme is nonexistant with the exception of a bunch of tourism posters from France and batiked table cloths.
Sound off on this important issue, Zetta. Should all women be like Martha Stewart? Where did my mother go wrong?
How about Scott Baio and fecal incontinence?
maybe you need to eat some fried food dipped in ranch dressing and drink beers? let me know if you need help with that.
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