Psst. Here I am.

Yes, the ONE, the ONLY....

REAL LIVE LESBIAN.

Let's see. What's been up? Last week, I lay dying with the flu, after contracting and enjoying strep throat for the entire week before. Then it turned into bronchitis. I sound a bit like Brenda Vacarro, which used to be cool, but young folk have no idea who she is. I'm on my third round of antibiotics and I may be addicted to codeine cough syrup, but I don't care. Hey...if you have a contact on the black market...let me know. I'm down to my last refill.

My Love ROCKS. And tongues NEVER get stuck around here. I promise, start with a nice, slow back rub and that won't happen to you.

Around the house: We've put in an aggregate driveway. We have mud for a yard. Very expensive mud, too. Not that cheap mud that's right under the grass. We had this mud BROUGHT in. Brand new mud. The exterior of the house has been painted. Honestly, it's turning into the Log-majal. Mickey-T and Phfrankie Bondo (my only blog visitors so far) wouldn't even recognize the place!

My job. I prayed for a fantastic job that was challenging. I got it. Just got back from having three Tanqueray and Tonics with a co-worker on the company credit card. We laugh so hard that we cry. Regularly. It's a dream.

BUT, I get home and I'm tired. And I just want to have some wine and eat the dinner that my Love has cooked for me. I know. I suck. But I'll try to stop by and make it look like my blog again.

Do I have anything to say? Nah, but you don't really care, do you?