It's Like a Coughdrop For Your Crotch!
Woohoo! Let's PARTY!
Yeah, right, do I sound like the party type?
Ghosthunter asked us today if we were heading to the Halloween event at a local bar where this "badass" band was playing. I have a friend in this band, and even though he's my friend, I've only seen them play once, and that was because they played at our shop. Yeah, it's THAT good.
I told her that I just don't see myself hanging out in a costume at a bar I hate with a bunch of yokels, the screamy-whiny band, and "RadioWannabe". Yeah, I think THAT'S what I'll start calling her... see the last few entries on the girl who has the radio show that no one listens to. I'm sure we'll be talking more about this one later.
I also let it be known that I had another "party" to attend... one that involves lots of comfort food, folding piles of laundry, and watching horror movies with a 10 and 12 year old. That's MY kind of party. Ok, so it's not, but I've never been one for huge events with people that I can't stand anyway.
Enter The Kid.
The Kid had a very entertaining day at work this afternoon. While spending most of his time on the cell phone, talking to his sister (after she spent about an hour at The Morgue and then left, that is). The Kid and sis were talking about their Halloween party they were having this evening. It seemed that all of six people were going.
The Kid asked Hubby and I if we wanted to go. I claimed, again, that I had other parties to attend this evening. You're reading the end of my party. LOL
Shortly after The Kid asked, his girlfriend showed up, also inviting us. Man... I am just invited-out today. The Kid tried to change the subject, seeing that I was getting a little perturbed with all of this party talk. Hell, I haven't even decided what I want to carve this year for our Jack-o-Lantern, that's just not like me.
The Kid started pressuring girlfriend to get a piercing (much like he did the last two weekends when she visited The Morgue). He is desperate for her to get a navel piercing. He also keeps attempting to pay me for one, but I won't take his money until she decides for herself that she wants a piercing. She did, however, change the subject, querying about piercings a little further South.
After much talk about how they hurt less than most other piercings because of the type of skin and thickness it would be going through, we got on the subject of lubricants. Not like that... YET.
Since I've been on blood pressure medication (a recent change in my life), the medication that I'm taking completely dries me out. My sinuses and eyes feel like I've just gone through a sandstorm, my throat sticks together when I try to swallow, and even my va-jay-jay is drier than a bone (pardon the pun). After speaking of soda and water and the like, THIS is where we turn to KY and other lubricants for the downstairs area.
All of the sudden, girlfriend pipes up and mentions this mint-flavored, tingly sex lube. We perk up our ears a little and cock our heads sideways, like confused puppies looking for a cookie and she says, "It's great, it's just like a coughdrop for your crotch!"
We ALL burst out in laughter... I beg for a pen and paper to write that shit down, knowing that I'll forget. Everyone looks at each other, somewhat uncomfortably, and quiets down. It hasn't been all that long since we've known The Kid and girlfriend. Looks like we'll get to know a LOT about them in a very little time.
Yeah, right, do I sound like the party type?
Ghosthunter asked us today if we were heading to the Halloween event at a local bar where this "badass" band was playing. I have a friend in this band, and even though he's my friend, I've only seen them play once, and that was because they played at our shop. Yeah, it's THAT good.
I told her that I just don't see myself hanging out in a costume at a bar I hate with a bunch of yokels, the screamy-whiny band, and "RadioWannabe". Yeah, I think THAT'S what I'll start calling her... see the last few entries on the girl who has the radio show that no one listens to. I'm sure we'll be talking more about this one later.
I also let it be known that I had another "party" to attend... one that involves lots of comfort food, folding piles of laundry, and watching horror movies with a 10 and 12 year old. That's MY kind of party. Ok, so it's not, but I've never been one for huge events with people that I can't stand anyway.
Enter The Kid.
The Kid had a very entertaining day at work this afternoon. While spending most of his time on the cell phone, talking to his sister (after she spent about an hour at The Morgue and then left, that is). The Kid and sis were talking about their Halloween party they were having this evening. It seemed that all of six people were going.
The Kid asked Hubby and I if we wanted to go. I claimed, again, that I had other parties to attend this evening. You're reading the end of my party. LOL
Shortly after The Kid asked, his girlfriend showed up, also inviting us. Man... I am just invited-out today. The Kid tried to change the subject, seeing that I was getting a little perturbed with all of this party talk. Hell, I haven't even decided what I want to carve this year for our Jack-o-Lantern, that's just not like me.
The Kid started pressuring girlfriend to get a piercing (much like he did the last two weekends when she visited The Morgue). He is desperate for her to get a navel piercing. He also keeps attempting to pay me for one, but I won't take his money until she decides for herself that she wants a piercing. She did, however, change the subject, querying about piercings a little further South.
After much talk about how they hurt less than most other piercings because of the type of skin and thickness it would be going through, we got on the subject of lubricants. Not like that... YET.
Since I've been on blood pressure medication (a recent change in my life), the medication that I'm taking completely dries me out. My sinuses and eyes feel like I've just gone through a sandstorm, my throat sticks together when I try to swallow, and even my va-jay-jay is drier than a bone (pardon the pun). After speaking of soda and water and the like, THIS is where we turn to KY and other lubricants for the downstairs area.
All of the sudden, girlfriend pipes up and mentions this mint-flavored, tingly sex lube. We perk up our ears a little and cock our heads sideways, like confused puppies looking for a cookie and she says, "It's great, it's just like a coughdrop for your crotch!"
We ALL burst out in laughter... I beg for a pen and paper to write that shit down, knowing that I'll forget. Everyone looks at each other, somewhat uncomfortably, and quiets down. It hasn't been all that long since we've known The Kid and girlfriend. Looks like we'll get to know a LOT about them in a very little time.
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