New Toys

I have a real ipod now.  My knock-off shuffle was pissing me off.  So I spent my birthday money on a Nano.  It’s still converting the million songs on my computer.  And I’m getting antsy to start playing with it.

While waiting I’m enjoying sitting down and goofing off.  These moments don’t happen very often.  I sent the kids outside to play with Icks.  I needed the quiet, they need the exercise, and BF and I spent most of the day cleaning up and Ican’t take the thought of all that work getting un-done in seconds.

That’s right, BF spent most of his Sunday going through half my house with his shop-vac and sucking all the dust and cobwebs out of the cracks I can’t reach.  We only got through half the house before the day got late, but still, this place hasn’t been this clean in years.

Some part of me would like to say that he’s just another of my boy-toys, that I’m not really in love.  But such just isn’t the case.  This is serious now.  Falling in love wasn’t part of the five-year plan.  I’d adjusted myself to a happily single life.  And now here I am.

But I’m quite sure that he feels the same way about me.  Men don’t bust their balls like that for girls they just want to bed.  And yes, he’s damn sexy all sweaty.  I even think he smells good after helping me move furniture and dump a cat-box.  That’s right.  He cleaned the litter pan for me.  After helping wash dishes and before sucking all the dust out of the kids’ room.  How lucky can a girl get, to find a boy like that?

Now if only my ipod would hurry up… cause I do like toys still.  At least I’ve got  BF who understands my nerdy fascination with all things techno and gadget….

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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