NPR Junky (while shaking salt onto french fries at lunch): You know what you can get me for my birthday?NPR Fiancee: A salt lick?
NPR Junky: Wow! You CAN read minds!
NPR Fiancee: Wait, that’s what you were going to say?
NPR Junky: Yes! That’s what you can get me for my birthday!
I’ve decided to spare everyone the headache and have compiled a list of “who’s who” in the life of NPR Junky.
Hopefully this will forestall any more “Wait, WHAT did you do? Who is that?” questions.
Carry on.
NPR Beau: I need to get going, I’m going to be late for dinner with my sister.NPR Junky: It’s 11 o’clock in the morning. You’ve got, like, six hours.
NPR Beau: No, I’m supposed to be there at noon. It will take two hours to get there from here.
NPR Junky: For dinner? At noon? Isn’t that lunch?
NPR Beau: No, that’s dinner. You’re thinking of supper. Dinner comes first, supper later.
And I thought conversations with My Own Personal Australian were difficult.
All right, confession time. In this post, I stated I was engaged. After receiving emails from many guy friends asking “What the heck, NPR Junky? Why didn’t you tell me first?” I realized that not everyone recognized it was a joke.
I’m not really engaged. Although I did buy a ring and propose at the derby…we both realize it’s not meant to be. Because I proposed to a woman, and Delaware isn’t that kind of a state.
And, my boyfriend would get pissed.
“Leather Trousers? Rides on the backs of motorbikes? Bleached hair? Implausible bikinis? Toy boys? It’s the menopause - get a grip. Bald male help (53) at box no. 3201.” From They Call Me Naughty Lola
Happens to be this baby shower present. If you’ll please pay attention to the flashing red word next to the price of each “cake”, you’ll note it states “NEW”.
My question is, who the fuck would want to buy a USED one?
ICK!
This evening, while doing laundry, NPR Fiancee found a pair of underwear that didn’t belong to either one of us. On that we are quite certain. It’s a pair of women’s bikinis, with a really goofy ruffle across the waistline. NPR Fiancee’s comment to me was “I didn’t think you owned any underwear that had an ass, I knew it couldn’t be yours.”
Now, I haven’t had any random overnight guests here at the cat ranch for at least a few weeks, especially not any random enough to leave me with a pair of hideous women’s bikinis. All my random overnight guests have had the good sense to leave me with good looking women’s underwear as a memento, at the very least.
So for now, the mystery continues.
“I’m just a girl who can’t say ‘no’ (or ‘anaesthetist’). Lisping Rodgers and Hammerstein fan, female lecturer in politics (37) WLTM man to 40 for thome enthanted eveningth. Box no 2498.” From They Call Me Naughty Lola
This past weekend I spent some much needed quality time in Greenville, SC with some very good company. Below are some of the highlights from my trip.
My transportation for the weekend:
The setting for my Saturday evening:
Sadly, this store had gone out of business. I thought they might have been taking trade-in spouses.
Other highlights, not pictured, were Krispy Kreme glazed donuts “Hot Now” at 9:30 Saturday night, a quick stop at a Jack in the Box (which absolutely appalled my host for the weekend) for a mint milkshake, many MANY glasses of sweet tea, and the best barbecue I’ve had since Red Hot & Blue.
All in all, the best weekend I’ve had in a WHILE.
Just in case anyone was wondering, there are 56 days left until my birthday and my Amazon wishlist (link on the right hand side) has been updated 
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