For dinner I had sauteed zucchini, garlic, cherry tomatoes and red and yellow peppers. With deviled eggs.
AND I swam a mile today and I shaved Felix's paws. I ventured up onto his backside with the clippers so now he looks rather ragged (oops). That's why the professionals get the big money.
And my toes look like this:
because if it's gonna be summer every effing day here in the NW, we women have to have pretty toes.
A young clerk in the deli of my local coop called me ma'am today. I asked him if I looked like a ma'am and he said he was from KENTUCKY so I forgave him. They have manners in the South, am I right, Ms Moon? I actually think he was a transman so bless his heart for finding this city of trans-acceptance.
Waitin' on about 14 babies so I think I'll go to the movies. I'll tempt fate, ha!
7 comments:
I remember the first time I was called ma'am. I felt all the blood in my head leave and thought I was going to pass out. Well, not that bad almost. I get called ma'am on a regular basis now.
Oh yes. My Billy calls me m'am and he's the sweetest southern transman you ever met and I've known him since he was Sarah Elizabeth and still in high school. And now I call him sir so it works out lovely.
Not only am I from the south, but I'm an Army brat to boot. Maam and Sir were among the first words we learned and were more important than please and thank you. My kids learned that when I said no sir, that there was no point in pursueing what ever it was that caused me to say it. I'm sorry that it seems to offend Northerners, but we do use those words on a regular basis. We also say y'all as a plural for you. It doesn't mean we weren't educated. We were just educated differently.
Birdie-hahahahahahahahaha
Mary dear-As soon as I knew he was Southern, I got it. Sweetie-pie.
Lisa-And I love y'all. I use it sometimes. Although I have a midwifery student right now from Cananda so I'm saying 'Eh' a lot.
X Beth
I love all ten of your toes.
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