I woke this morning with a crick in my back and neck and saw N on the bayou with Renny and asked if I had stood on my head last night and just didn’t recall it this morning – we went through the check list: hula hooping didn’t do it (btw: I SUCK at hula hoop), dancing didn’t do it (I can dance), ping pong didn’t do it (I LOVE ping pong), and so I must have stood on my head while sleeping.
The air is almost crisp and it’s cool outside – fall in the air – how lovely for us and the bayou.
The hottie Coonass called and wanted to go out this week but my dance card is full so I said maybe Sunday. I told the real Cougar that he is cute and all, but when I was talking to him the other night he said something like “you look so good in those pants” and then spanked me. And I was kind of like, huh, did he just spank me? And S said, “don’t know what you did when you were married, but you better get used to spanking out here in the single world.”