See? I told ya! Humina humina. If I could figure out how to get this image made into a poster, I'd tack it up onto my wall like some kind of boy-crazy teenage girl. Come to think of it, methinks I have become some kind of man-crazy non-teenage woman! Is that so wrong?
I have visions of myself sitting in my chair at a lovely assisted living facility with my lipstick drawn up to my nostrils and my boobs in my shoes, all the while lusting after the "little hotties" that bring me my strained peas. This, of course, will be after I've given up riding my Harley with my 40-something boyfriend named Brad. I wonder if I'll get any stitching done then?
So bear with me, and I promise to get back to it. I'm thinking that it's just something in the air and all will be well again soon.
Check it! How much do you love me now?
ReplyDeleteHoots of laughter here.
ReplyDeleteLOL! Whatever blows up your skirt! Personally, I like the looks of that young cop on CSI:NY.
ReplyDeleteOh you're too funny! But seriously, what 40 something female doesn't have thoughts like this? (I personally have the firemans calendar up at work to give me inspiration).
ReplyDeleteEveryone needs a break now and again and this even applies to stitching. Enjoy your well deserved (and salacious) break!
Not really a comment on this installment of your blog, but did you know that your blog was mentioned in the current issue of Embroidery Canada?
ReplyDeleteJust thought you'd like to know!
Edy
NYC
OH Dear Gordon Ramsay...now if it were Brad pitt I could understand, but I suppose if old Gordie rocks your boat who am I to argue!
ReplyDeleteStewey, my little snapper is back! Thank you! I think Mr. Ramsey snaps from time to time too. I see a pattern emerging. :) Love your blog.
ReplyDeleteWhat a hoot! I love GR... he's so *direct*... We don't get The F Word here, though, so I'm anxiously awaiting the start of Hell's Kitchen.
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