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So we went to visit friends and lounge in their new hot tub. Neat. Wouldn't get much use out of it if I had one myself but very fun to use theirs. E and L slowly turned lobster red and E had great fun turning up the bubbles. After ignoring the warning about alcohol in the tub (though we saw the dangers at first hand as David's beer bottle got severely diluted at one point) I almost went under as a particularly powerful jet pushed me away from the side and my feet floated up. Heh.
Very odd to be in there with all our legs mingling and scantily clad. These are good friends we've known for years but still kind of odd to think how circumstances alter cases. Like, would I walk around in front of them in bra and knickers, no, but a bikini, yes. Except probably no as I don't own one anymore and wouldn't inflict my tummy on an unsuspecting world.
Anyway. It was fun but a mozzie bit my back, just where my bra strap rubs against it which is very aggravating. I think I killed it and I know the thrill of a revenge slaying. I'm just like Buffy and the Ubie. No, really.
It thundered and sent us indoors and we drove home through a torrential downpour with water whoosing up on either side of the car, making me feel that I was in an advert for an off the road SUV or something.
Everything is muggy and slightly damp and sticky. Don't liike this weather. Want summer. The roofers finished after much noise. They ran out and had to get more shingles. He magnanimously told us he wouldn't charge us any more. Uh, good because we wouldn't have paid it, mate. You estimate wrong, that's your problem. Sheesh.
David came back from LA with a street map and I got all squeey as I recognised street names from Robert Crais books and such. It's a relatively small area which surprised me.He also had a blue bead necklace with a Bud Light medallion that some young, ugly (heh, yes, David, I'm sure she was)lady was handing out. It looked like Spike's medallion on the tacky scale and he apparantly wore it all night along with a Bud sticker that lit up. Men.
Very odd to be in there with all our legs mingling and scantily clad. These are good friends we've known for years but still kind of odd to think how circumstances alter cases. Like, would I walk around in front of them in bra and knickers, no, but a bikini, yes. Except probably no as I don't own one anymore and wouldn't inflict my tummy on an unsuspecting world.
Anyway. It was fun but a mozzie bit my back, just where my bra strap rubs against it which is very aggravating. I think I killed it and I know the thrill of a revenge slaying. I'm just like Buffy and the Ubie. No, really.
It thundered and sent us indoors and we drove home through a torrential downpour with water whoosing up on either side of the car, making me feel that I was in an advert for an off the road SUV or something.
Everything is muggy and slightly damp and sticky. Don't liike this weather. Want summer. The roofers finished after much noise. They ran out and had to get more shingles. He magnanimously told us he wouldn't charge us any more. Uh, good because we wouldn't have paid it, mate. You estimate wrong, that's your problem. Sheesh.
David came back from LA with a street map and I got all squeey as I recognised street names from Robert Crais books and such. It's a relatively small area which surprised me.He also had a blue bead necklace with a Bud Light medallion that some young, ugly (heh, yes, David, I'm sure she was)lady was handing out. It looked like Spike's medallion on the tacky scale and he apparantly wore it all night along with a Bud sticker that lit up. Men.