Hey, Rocky - watch me pull a rabbit out of this hat!
Again, so much to say, but my hands are sooooo full right now (because I am grabbing my own ass with mucho gusto). I'm teaching two sections of a class that's new for me, and just chock full o' homework to grade. My junk is strewn about the house, half in and half out of boxes. I'm trying to assemble several large pieces of furniture (the desk has moved to #1 priority, because damn! I'm tired of havng my computer this close to the floor). Also, Thirteen spends most of his time watching the cursor movement on the screen with utter fascination, thus blocking the screen with his puffy fuzziness. It's adorable, but doesn't do much for my already-lousy typing.
The main thing I want to say here is that I have close to a billion thank-you emails that I need to write for all the fantastical gifts y'all have sent me. I told the girl in Home Depot (did I mention my refrigerator died?) about it today, and she wondered if she could borrow my friends for a while. Of course, selfish cunt that I am, I told her NO! I will endeavor to get all those sent this weekend, so if you sent me something and have not heard back from me, I intend to remedy that over the next few days.
Pizza Hut delivers out here. This may turn out to be a bad thing, unless you like really big butts. Maybe my pizza-enhanced butt could spin off into its own website. Butty4eyes.com or some such.
What can I say? It's the closest to buttcrack I can give you tonight.
Oh, by the way - I started to do my taxes the other day, and I think I might have to change to title of that old Blue Oyster Cult song to Don't Fear the Reamer. If you need me, I'll be grabbing my ankles.
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