Monday, October 3, 2011

Monday Already?

My husband and I are sitting at a bar when a semi attractive woman with long dark hair stands between us.  She caresses my husbands face with both hands and gives him a long, wet, kiss on the lips.

She is wearing bright red lipstick.

He is wearing a doctors coat with his name embroidered on it.

It compliments my nurses outfit.

Neither of us are in the medical profession.

He barely blinks.  Just stares straight ahead and takes a long sip of his drink.

I'm so mad at him right now.  

I don't care if this is a dream.

The image of the woman is hauntingly familiar.  Four hours later I finally figured out who she is.

Early in the summer Mark attended race car driving school.

The woman at the bar is the same woman that showed up at the track wearing a black bikini.

Who wears a bikini to a race car track?

She aligns herself so that the first thing he sees as he exits his car is NOT ME!!!

Somehow,  he manages to avoid her all together.  

As if he knew my zoom ...

was pointed right at him.

That smile is for me.

I, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoyed focusing in on her flaws. 

I can't always tell the difference between dreams and reality.  This was the case in a post titled

(if you're not going to read it, at least click on it to see how many comments I got)

WAIT..... before you do, here is a joke courtesy of Sandy Lawson Mahle:

A woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural pub... She gestured alluringly to the bartender who approached her immediately. She seductively signaled that he should bring his face closer to hers. As he did, she gently caressed his full beard. "Are you the manager?" she asked, softly stroking his face with both hands.

"Actually, no," he replied.

"Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him," she said, running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.
"I'm afraid I can't," breathed the bartender. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Yes. I need for you to give him a message," she continued, running her forefinger across the bartender's lip and slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.

"What should I tell him?" the bartender managed to say.
"Tell him," she whispered, "There's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room." 



  1. Bwahaha, love the joke. And the photos from the racetrack.

  2. That Joke saved my post! Thank you for commenting Blissed ;)

  3. The funny thing is not one guy is looking at her as she prances past!

    (Even in your dream, your husband doesn't respond. You've got him well trained, lol!)

  4. "SHOCK COLLARS" they're not just for dogs! ;)

  5. Focusing on her flaws....hee hee hee, meow meow!!!!


  6. I love it. Thanks for making me laugh.

    My comment for today: your hubby is really cute.

  7. Clearly she's not a very good bikini girl. No one seems to be noticeing her.


    And the joke cracked me up!

    OK. Now off to click on the post, cuz you said so...

  8. 'I had married pretty much every man I had ever met.'

    I don't know why, but that one line struck something in me. I think I'm going to enjoy getting to know you, dreams and all :-)

  9. Meowwwwww Meowwwww is right Monkey Gurl!

    Myrna, you made husband blush (thank you!)

    Julianna, I did not post the pictures of the "crew" with their mouths open I prefer to pretend she went unnoticed. MORE on bikini girl - she bought the class for here boyfriend, who ended up with 3 violations and his instruction was cut short.

    Sarah, so glad you like that line! I've been saying it off and on for years - my way of laughing at myself.

    Thank you all for reading and commenting!

    I realized this morning that there might be a connection problem with my Iphone. I mostly reply to comments from my phone but noticed I keep getting a message saying "cannot connect" so you may not be getting my emails. I'll try to get that fixed asap.

  10. I agree. Not a very good bikini girl. :) couldn't find the bird porn. But read this post. Hugs from Miami.

  11. The photograph and the phrase... that smile is for me .... is priceless!

    I want that!

    You truly are, without a doubt, a lucky lady!


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