It’s going to be a rainy and glum Sabbath in Bagwine, Ohio today. I’ll blame it on Obama; why the hell not, eh?
Now yesterday for the majority of the day it was bee-yoo-tee-ful. My shift at the Beer Mine was more than bearable.
I caught some rays. It was busy which made the time go quickly, and…
Evidently it was Breast Awareness Day at the Beer Mine on Saturday. My, oh my.
I haven’t seen that much cleavage on display since the time I was eight and spent the afternoon looking at the bra ads in my mom’s JC Penny catalog.
It was like working a fun bag smorgasbord.
There were all sizes, shapes, hues, and personalities. Damn right, Bitches. Tits have distinct personalities.
And listen up…I got some nipple shot. Twice!! Although seriously, I could have done without seeing the nip on the second chick.
I was getting so worked up looking at the myriad of mammaries parading through the place that I couldn’t wait to get home so I could play with Schmoop’s boobies.
Or should I call them, Schmoobies? Anyhoo…
So, at 9:10 P.M., I walked into the digs and lo and behold…Schmoop was sound asleep. The titty tussle I had so hoped for, was not to be.
I popped some beers, turned on the Reds/Cards baseball game, and instead of playing with Schmoop’s titters, I tweeted on Twitter.
Such is the life of the Matt-Man. Maybe today will bring a fun-filled time with the Schmoobies. I can only hope.
Amen, and Amen…
Have a wonderful Sunday folks. I am off to see Ryno this morning and have to stop at the funeral home this afternoon.
My brother’s MIL passed away late Thursday night at the age of 79. She will be missed by even those who only met her briefly.
While it is always sad when it happens, this wonderful woman packed a lot of life into her years and she was in a word, fun.
Here’s to her, and to all of her family and friends.