Stupid computer ate my post. (No, really.)
Then I got sidetracked.
Please return tomorrow when I will actually have something to say.
Today was a wonderful day, but it got away from me.
P.S. Doug will never read this site, but happy, happy birthday to him. He is a terrific man that I have the pleasure of knowing. Wish I could share this site with him, but that wouldn’t be cool as some work contacts shouldn’t cross over to knowing about my little piece of the internet. Regardless, I am thankful he was born. Oh happy day!
Smiles and rainbows,
This morning when I had a few extra minutes before I was late for work, I made a snap decision to go to McDonald’s drive thru for breakfast. It is rare that I eat fast food, but there is something about a bacon, egg and cheese biscuit that makes me happy. Seeing as how my gorgeous Monday was already going well, I decided to send it over the edge with happy food.
But the line for the drive thru was a mile long. Seeing that there were hardly any cars parked in the lot, I whipped into the perfect spot and walked into the actual store. Only two old guys were in front of me. Both ordered nothing except coffee. Score the quick trip!
The adorable twenty something behind the counter took my order for the bacon, egg and cheese biscuit plus one hash brown and no drink. He smiled and flirted a bit while making change for me. Since there was no one in line behind me he flirted a bit more. While his smooth dark chocolate skin was gorgeous and his deep, dark eyes were intoxicating, dude works at fucking McDonald’s and I was just enjoying the attention.
Until he leaned over the counter a bit, whispering and beckoning me closer. Shit, what did I get myself into?
“Do you like mocha?”
“Mocha? Really? Who says mocha?”
“Well, we can’t call it anything else because then people want to go to Starbuck’s. Today is Mocha Monday. If you want one, I’ll give you the regular size instead of the small sample size. For free.”
“Daaaaw. I would love a mocha.”
In reality the drink was entirely too sweet, but since it was free and given kindly by a cute young man, I loved every moment of it.
McDonald’s. I’M LOVEN IT!
Tito (my adorable coworker) knows how much I love this town and was kind enough to share a photo her husband (Bubba) took last night. He has the camera I covet and enjoys shooting a variety of subjects. Seems that last night they were on their way home, driving across the Hot Metal Bridge, when they saw this:
No wonder they stopped on the bridge to take photos!
Gorgeous shot, Bubba. Thanks for sharing this photo with the Internet. (Now no returning here to my site on Thursdays, k? I gotta work with your wife!)
Monday I actually left work at a reasonable hour. When I got home it was still a picture perfect day so I headed out into the back yard with the dogs to enjoy the sunshine. Guess what? Sunshine is hot! Which means that I wound up taking off my shirt. And reaching for the camera.
Happy HNT to all. Take a layer off and enjoy your summer.
Should you desire to see other HNT participants, check out the comments over where it all started.
Someone once said to me, “You make me like…high” and it was really cute and funny. When the mail arrived today I received an immediate rush from the poster tube that had the Maker’s Mark return address. I practically skipped into the house, flung open the sliding glass door so the pups could get some fresh air and green grass, then threw the mail on the picnic table and tore into what I thought might have been a belated birthday greeting from my favorite bourbon.
I was wrong.
It was so much better. This is what I received:
A letter and poster saying my barrel is just about done and will be bottled soon! Oh my fuck, I am, like, high. I’m gonna head out of town when the G20 Summit comes to town so I don’t have to deal with those fuckers, plus I can have all kinds of fun.
Oh yeah. AND I CAN BUY MAKER’S MARK BOURBON FROM *MY* BARREL! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Saturday my little cousin, Re, also known as Twinkle Twat, turned 28 years old. We decided not to exchange gifts this year, to instead make a date to go out together, just the two of us. Regardless of the difference of 10 years in our age, fun seems to break out when we are together.
Must be the smile…
I am only totally looking forward to another night out and about.
I say that because he flirted with us shamelessly. And threw bottles around. After he flexed his gorgeous biceps for us. Plus of course teasing me that Take Your Pants Off Tuesday would come to life.
Stevie P makes a mean martini. But he only works on Tuesdays. So get out to Ichiban and tell Steve how wonderful he is. And if you need a bartender for a special occasion, hire his (perfect) ass.
He might even make you a napkin rose. Because paper flowers are obviously how to win my loyalty.
NOTE: My apologies to my beloved Brandon at the Sharp Edge Creekhouse. If he would take off his shirt he would quickly skyrocket back to my favorite bartender. I mean, the beer knowledge in that gorgeous head. Sexy. Plus the arms. Oh, the arms. Yum.
CRAP. My cousin Re is also a bartender. But she is related. And doesn’t have a penis. So there’s that.
Damned if I didn’t get another pair of sunglasses for my birthday this year. At least these are better than those CHiPs shades from last year! (Thanks, Cinderella. xoxo)
The girls took me out for sushi, a few bottles of wine and cook in front of me Japanese. (Yum!) Plus they gave me terrific presents. And this was the day after my family rocked the hell outta Thanksgiving dinner on Auntie M’s front porch. It honestly might have been the tastiest turkey that I have ever had. Incredible.
A few awesome cards came out of this birthday. Gotta scan them coz they made me smile. Until then, happy day.
July 5, 1971 around 10:30 AM or so, my Momma finally delivered me into this crazy world. (While I was to be born on the 2nd, I tend to never be on time.) Since I don’t have a brand newborn baby me photo scanned, here is a happy young baby Becky picture, drooling with my toes curled and all…
I’ll miss mom like crazy today, but I have a Thanksgiving dinner party being thrown for me on my favorite porch and that should keep my mind on happy thoughts. Fortunately there will be plenty of incredible people for me to share the day with.
Although I can only hope that this year for my birthday that no one will gift me with another CHiPS DVD that includes sunglasses. (Man, my friends are fucked up.)
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I’m a huge fan of July 4th because I love to celebrate this country’s birthday. It is one of my favorite days.
Although I would totally love to be able to celebrate in Florida because it is his birthday as well:
He is the wonderful husband to a terrific friend…a good man who just so happens to also be a fellow Cancer.
Happy birthday, America.
Happy birthday, Jared!