So! We’re sitting here, each doing our own thing. He’s still working on and off and I’m taking pics and messing around with them to post to Twitter cause Carrie asked for some. I’m wearing pink! It’s so rare!
Maybe I’ll stick one up here, later. In the meantime, you get shoes! At least they’re cute shoes. I just wish they weren’t rubbing my heels raw.
Yes, those are my feet in my adorable, girly, emo shoes for whatever emo foot fetishist readers we have.
Is there such a thing?
There’s gotta be, right?
M turns to me and says, “We’re the twenty-ninth through thirty-second bloggers on the Top One Hundred Sex Bloggers of 2009 list.” all blah-ze-blah, like someone just told Him they poured Him a fresh glass of lemonade when He had one sitting on His desk already. “Oh, well, thank you, kindly, ma’am, but, you see, I haven’t finished my first cup.” complete with a tipped straw hat and goofy grin.
Y’all must think M is the most bizarre man known to planet Earth.
He is. Trust me. He keeps me in stitches.
He didn’t really say that last bit about “thank you, kindly, ma’am”, it just sounded like it. And because of His tone, I just sort of mhmed and uh-huhed until I heard Him saying something about, “We’re in the thirties. We should be higher than that. We can be higher than that.”
“Wait. Wait, wait, hold up. Say that again?”
“Huh?”
“We’re on the Top 100 Sex Bloggers list?”
“Yeah, but we’re in the thirties. We can do better than that.”
“Holy shit! We’re on the list! That’s good enough for me! OMG!!!” Had I any energy left at all, I’d have been zipping around the minuscule room whooping at the top of my lungs. As it is, I can barely contain the shrieking.
People like us. That’s pretty fucking cool.
So here’s the judges (besides Aurora, of course):
And here’s the list: Read more…
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