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I love the spousebeast, but sometimes...he's not terribly bright.

At the start of the weekend, he proposed a Munchkin tourney, best of seven wins $20 to blow at amazon.com.  I'd already won two games to his big fat ZERO.  When I got home from work today, he upped the ante to the winner ALSO gets to choose the music we listen to when we're off Sunday.  No restrictions (which means Blackmore's Night, Mandy Patinkin, and all of the other stuff of mine he won't let into the Rock N Roll Dice collection are fair game), no whining allowed.

Yeah.  He's down three-zip.  It's not quite in the bag, but I am making a mental playlist.

Would I be completely evil if I made him listen to Journey?

Speaking of, on the bus this morning, there was a young woman wearing the cutest hot pink tank top with "Just a small town girl" written on it.  I asked her where she got it, and she directed me to a clothing store on Franklin St., and cheerfully remarked that she got that and a bunch of other shirts "for cheap."

I'm tempted to go check it out on payday, but it's one of those boutique-y type places.  Even if her definition of "cheap" was anywhere near mine, the possibility of finding a shirt that would fit over the girls in one of those places is slim.

I wonder if she even got the reference.  Hell, I wonder if the people who made the shirt even got the reference.

 Gods, am I ever old and cranky.

But fabulous.  I wore shorts to work today  (yes!  We can wear shorts!  I might NOT die of heat stroke while waiting for the bus!).  The number of compliments I got on my tattoos (old school cherries on  my inner ankles.  I got them in honor of Grandpa's shop "Cherry Bomb Rats and Rods."  He never could decide if he was touched at the gesture or annoyed because "ladies don't get ink on their bodies."  But I think he was mostly pleased) just made my day.  When I had time, I told the story.  A couple of people even teared up.

The Bully (who has been really nice to me lately.  It's weird.  I think she's finally realized that I'm not going anywhere, and we're pretty much the day shift, so we're stuck with each other) said "You wearing those tomorrow?  Because....cha-ching!  Pasty legs are making us MONEY!"

We took home $32 each.  And that doesn't count credit card tips (which kinda sucked, but....folding money!  Immediate gratifications!).  Shorts it is!

And she has started teasing me about one of the UNC men's basketball players.  As far as I'm concerned, these guys are my kids' age.  They're adorable and amazingly tall and will "ma'am" you to death and have a weird fetish for strawberry lemonade, but I don't get all weak kneed when they walk in.  I really do think of them like my kids.

I am NOT naming names, but there is one who is....well, kinda hot.  And he always comes to my register.  And I flippin' *blush* like I'm 14.

The Bully said "Have you noticed he's the only guy on the team who doesn't call you MISS Alicia?  I think someone doesn't think that you're his substitute momma."

And then the wench left me to run his food "I've gotta go to the bathroom.  Go cougar him."

The things I put up with for not THAT much over minimum wage.  ;)

He is awfully cute, though.  And he liked my tattoos.


Jul. 2nd, 2016 11:57 am (UTC)
Go cougar him?
That is so cute ! :)


The fucking YARN FAIRY!

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