Friday night...and TV sucks

So I will write.

Hmmm..what to write about.

I could turn this into a Mommyblog. Nope. Not a Mommy. I am now a "Mom". He would get really odd looks if he called me Mommy. My kid is about 6'1", 220 lbs. and 23 yrs old.

Nope.

I could talk politics!

Nope. Ain't even going there.

Religion?

Me? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Excuse me while I pick myself up off the floor. HAHAHAHAHA (climbing back up into chair....it's hell trying to type from the floor.)

Nope.

Sex?

Well, I could but, sex?...hmmm. Anyone have a dictionary?

The roomie?

Ah ha...the roomie.

Actually, the roomie is a man I met online almost 7 long years ago. We used to go places and do things and have so much fun.

Please notice I said "used to".

Today? Well, have book will sit and read...forever, always, continually.

He does get in his hot tub every night. But, its not really a hot tub right now. He turned off the heat. (It cost money ya know.) This is the same man used to put a plastic milk crate in his sons swimming pool, sit on it and drink beer.

He has owned this house for about 20 yrs. It has the same red white and blue SHAG carpet in the bathroom that was here when he moved in.

(Can you say bonfire material?)

He tore off the tile behind the bathroom sink...4 years ago.

I think he used to like that sex stuff. But, I'm not sure. (Where in the hell is that dictionary?)

He doesn't dance. Well, unless you count the wiggle thing he does in front of the TV to certain commercial music.

He won't give me his social security number to put him on my car insurance. I think he is afraid of identify theft. (Yes, I am going to sell that number on ebay so others can buy a milk crate to sit in their swimming pool.)

Ok...ok...

So who do you think will win the world series?