Dog is still looking at me, judging, for not blasting her in the face with the hose, but I’m ok with that.
marinated pork tenderloin. hot and spicy rub, balsamic, and olive oil. chars and crusts up super tasty.
Everyone had sand in their vag at work today but I got to leave early after "only" an eight hour day because the AC at the house in escrow stopped working. Happy fucking Friday to me. We're having chicken or some such shit and I've already started drinking all the margaritas.
I had something like this happen, but I was on a first date with a girl our moms had set up for us. I honestly have no idea what happened and I actually kind of suspect one of the drinks was spiked with something because I would never drink to the point of blacking out especially on a first date with someone. I remember us having a drink, rocking out to the cover band and then waking up on the front steps of my house at 5am with no clue where the girl was or how I got there. There's 6 hours of life I have ZERO clue what happened. I never got her number and honestly I don't even remember what her name was anymore, just that she was a scorching hot natural blonde. Out of embarrassment, I never tried to track her down or ask my mom to find out what happened. It was a really fucked up night.
I wish I was lucky enough to get at least one finger deep, but sadly, my rectum stayed a virgin and I still have both of my kidneys.
Mom died last night. She had been committed for a weeks in a memory ward and reacted to it by starving herself to death rather than let her brain be erased by dementia. My daughter has now lost two grandmothers within ten days of each other, yet her great-grandmother still lives at 102. C’est La vie, I guess.