Three Men and a Blogger

I completed my work today, just in time to take a nice long shower, shave my legs, paint my toe nails, pluck my eyebrows, and trim my mustache (hey! at least I trim it). Now I have been given the super sensitive task of unscrambling a sparkly Rubik's Cube. I can do the top two rows by memory, but still the bottom befuddles. I would like to memorize the steps, but I am losing room in my grey matter as it is. It's time to establish sponge worthiness. Mr. Rubik may have to wait for a vacancy.

Some guy just came by selling life insurance. I think about death all the time, but when it knocks on my door with a dollar sign in its hand, I get a little creeped out. Not to mention, the guy selling it was old enough to be Death himself. I've been watching Dexter all week, but wait, tonight I'll have a nightmare of that dude knocking on my door with a black cloak, bony fingers and spittle in the corner of his mouth. He'll hand me a card and tell me that when I'm ready, he accepts cash, checks and all major credit cards, but what he prefers is annuities. Isn't that what age is -- Death's fee paid in increments? I wish I could say I have nothing to give but, unlike money, youth is the only thing everyone receives an abundance of at birth.

ON A LIGHTER NOTE: Tomorrow is the 13th Anniversary of the day I officially (as in, signed the papers) married my Hubby! You see, we did a little backyard thing with a few friends and family members, but we forgot to pick up the marriage certificate. Don't judge, we were 19 and 20, and my irresponsible ass was the older one! So, the wedding happened on a Saturday, and Memorial Day landed on Monday, making us officially married on the following Tuesday, June 1, 1999 when the city court house was open again. We enjoyed our blunder and decided to always celebrate the 1st of June because our lack of pomp and circumstance is sort of the base for our marriage. Now tomorrow night, while the kids are with Grandma, I expect to be PAMPERED!  ha ha. Just kidding!