Man, I'm Horny
My little granolas,
Oh Seattle. Land of flannel and grunge. (Moment of silence for Kurt...) Too bad I'm not raging with large, unclean hair, a huge sweatshirt, and Birkenstocks to kickin' live music a la Soudgarden. *sigh*
I am too busy chasing my nephew around and slapping my hand over my twitching eye. The family is enough to make the entire left side of my body twitch and for me to adopt a sloppy lisp. (My name is Schummer! Thisch isch my schisiter, sCheschilee. You're schooooo schescxy!!!)
But the Pacific Northwest is very pretty and we have finally escaped the 9th circle of hell that is my aunt and uncle's house. We're in the Four Season's and I just took the best shower. Not a Ginny shower, but close. The shower gel/shampoo smells like the hottest man that could ever exist. I was in there mouth breathing like a cat in heat.
UUUUUUUNNNNH! I like it like that! Whew. But I couldn't seal the deal with my family in the next room, so I am left smelling like a gorgeous man and terribly frustrated. Grrr. So I'll be home Weds, and I think we should all booze this weekend. What do ya say?
w/love,
Sum
