Earlier today after so much silliness between Flip and I, I just fell into a Directionless Rotten mood. The kind where even the sound of birds singing or children laughing just is annoying and infiltrating my savagery of thoughts. I decided to just lie down on the hardwood floor. Just to stare at the ceiling and see how that felt. Immediately I was reminded of that saying that I heard about where you can't lie down lower than a pig or they will try and eat you. The 13 year old was attracted immediately like a switch was thrown. She hovered over me, playing with my hair, unclipping it and then attempting to massage my face and eyes. That part felt like someone trying to punch a hole in my face with a blunt object. I had to request a cease and desist on that before bruises made a cameo.
I've been staring at those Pork Slap beers in a can for awhile now and finally gave in and bought some tonight. It's not bad. I still Big Heart my Erdinger but this will be finished without a problem.
One of those Ricky and Lucy comedy hour shows was on. Tonight the guest stars were Ernie Kovacs and Edie Adams. I had no idea whose these people were. But I was taken with Edie's beautiful face and voice. And by the end of the episode I was googling Ernie Kovacs as well. So deliciously handsome. He checks out like a prequel to Burt Reynolds, who I only sorta started thinking is good looking. He reminds me of an eighth grade boyfriend, who I know currently, and has probably more hair than Burt at this point. And what do you know...I just 'liked' his deceased ass on Facebook. You can like anything there.
Ernie apparently wrote a book in 1959 called Zoomar. Now I have to have it. He is my new Dead Celebrity Crush. I'll bet even dead, Ernie Kovacs would pay more attention to me than my current partner.
I would at this point like to switch over to a beautiful, seductive glass of bourbon but must dutifully finish every drop of Pork Slap first. That's what any good Afterthought of a woman should do.
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