Just shoot me

My tweets for the first half of February:

4-Feb – Last day of freedom before MIL arrives to stay with us for 7 weeks. Last chance to lie around the house naked all day. Clothes off...

5-Feb – If I ever get so old I can't open a bottle of water myself, even after someone's already loosened the cap, just shoot me.

6-Feb – If I ever get so old that I shuffle in teeny tiny steps, not caring how many people are behind me trying to get by, just shoot me.

6-Feb – If I ever get so old that I talk whenever I want to, even if someone else is talking, just shoot me.

7-Feb – If I ever get so old that even a pet turtle can walk faster than I can, just shoot me.

7-Feb – If I ever get so old that taking my pills is the highlight of my day, just shoot me.

9-Feb – If I ever get so old that worrying about my bowels becomes the focus of my entire life, just shoot me.

9-Feb – I think a margarita for breakfast sounds like a fine idea. Limes are fruit, and it's five o'clock somewhere, right?

9-Feb – If I ever get so old that I can't even get my own lunch, just shoot me.

11-Feb – If I ever get so old that I won't shut the f*ck up when I find out I gained a few pounds, just shoot me.

11-Feb – If I ever get so old that I shuffle to a stop in a doorway and just stand there, blocking everyone from passing, just shoot me.

12-Feb – If I ever get so old that every thought that crosses my mind comes gushing out of my mouth like diarrhea, just shoot me.

12-Feb – If I ever get so old that I can't take a shower without my daughter or daughter-in-law helping me, just shoot me... PLEASE!!!!

12-Feb – If I ever get so old that I make my children feel guilty for not doing enough for me, just shoot me.

13-Feb – If I ever get so old that I have to eat pancakes with a spoon, just shoot me.

13-Feb – If I ever get so old I can't do ANYTHING for myself, not even warm up a plate of food in the microwave, just shoot me.

14-Feb – If I ever whine constantly so I can't hold a normal conversation, just shoot me. Oh, I'm doing that now? Crap, shoot me, PLEASE!
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Snowy haiku

It's Wednesday again, and rather than whine and complain about things over which I really have no control, here are some haiku I wrote about the foot of snow that fell here in South Jersey last week...

Snow weighs down branches
Embracing like a lover
Bending, not breaking

Sunshine snow sparkle
Glittering under bright sky
Diamond droplets fall

Daylight stays longer
Sun brings light but not yet warmth
Oh come soon sweet spring

Overburdened spruce
Under crushing weight of snow
Ground gives branches rest

Rat-a-tat-tatting
On metal chimney cover
Woodpecker begging

Fresh dusting of snow
Covers man-made ugliness
Temporarily
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Return of the Cuban Sex God

My muse is back. No matter how hard I try to ignore him, he's been tickling my mind, nudging me to write something.

My muse is a Cuban sex god, depicted here by the actor Eduardo Verastegui. He's hot, with the most amazing eyes, and he shows up in my bed late at night, whispering in my ear, urging me to write.

Random aside: Did you know that Cuban Sex God is a gay porn video? If you google Cuban sex god images without the "safe search" turned on you come up with the cover of the vid, a guy with the biggest penis I've ever seen in my life! No shit! There's also Cuban Sex God 2. Holy crap! But I'm not publishing the link. You'll have to google it yourself.

Ahem. Back on topic.

Because of the reappearance of the CSG, I actually got out the romance I started almost two years ago and read the prologue and first chapter over again. It still seems like a pretty good beginning to me, even after all this time. And I've been thinking about the characters.

Will this lead to writing more?

I don't know. Stay tuned.

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