Phone Ex--Change

It is that time of season again where too many ex-boyfriends are calling and I am tired of ignoring them.

It takes a lot of effort to look at caller ID and hit the ignore button!

On top of that, I have to delete the messages quickly hitting the lucky #7 button in time not to hear their voice.

UGHHH...the stress!!!

Don't call me....I will call you.... is a good rule of thumb for those who do not receive a return call somewhere in the 24 hour 'normal rate of return' zone during the week and 36 hour if its a weekend and we didn't have plans, which we wouldn't because I am no longer talking to you.

Does my actions not speak clearly: not answering the phone calls or returning the phone calls--does any of this not ring a bell?!!


I would leave a message saying I have moved on but you will use that as an excuse to call....again!!!





Blondes need a spa day without a mani!!

Business?!

I don't recall talking business?!


It is charming to sneak off and call a girl while at a function. Unfortunately, it quickly loses mometnum and flattery when you have to tell someone at the party that the girl you are on the phone with is business??!!


mmh...mmmh...mhhh,,,


Didn't a Governor get in trouble that way?!




Call me when your really free!!



Blonde girls don't engage in that kind of business!!

BTW

What the heck are those little mini hammer and screwdriver thing at the bottom of my blog.



Get off my blog!!!




Blondes don't know how to use tools!!!

Midnight Moves

Did you know steam dances?

Neither did I until I occupied a room, heated through water baseboards, in Aspen.



At night when all was sleeping

not even a mouse was peeping

the water began to dance!!

tap

tap

tap....tap....tap...

tap, tap, tap, tap, tap

tap

tap



tap


Turn off the heat so you can sleep.

It would seem the most simple thing to do.

Alas, turning off the heat
would not stop the dancing of the steam.

tap

tap

tap, tap, tap, tap, tap

tap
tap


My dear readers, for it was not our heat dancing in the night.

Twas the room above us!!

tap!


tap!


tap!


Blondes don't like dancing through their beauty sleep!!

Panic, Panic, Panic

...is a good thing...at least for me...and let's face..I am all I care about.

It is now much easier for me to invest my money. While stocks are plummeting...I can scoop them up like a fine set of pearls I found at the flea market.

Its like putting that fabulously expensive designer dress that I have to have on law-away. I can't wait till the pay-day comes and I can pick it up and go out in style again.

One person's loss is another persons gain, someone said once.

and when the gain is in my favor...

all the better!!




Blondes never panic!!