Cling and Clatter-Lifehouse

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Ha!

3 days...3 strikes...I guess it really doesn't matter if 17 is around or not...

Still used to waking up for WORK...I am rolling around at about 6:30 in the morning...and not happy about it. So by the time I gather up enough effort to roll downstairs...H is almost out the door.

"What are you doing up so early?"

"Red shorts and that colored shirt don't really go together that well."

"I suppose you want me to make you coffee or something now?"

Whoa...think tomorrow I will have to pretend I am asleep until I hear the door slam closed!

The whole thing is here is that men are able to say certain things in one breathe and turn around and forget about what they said in the other. Start talking about the weather, or what is for dinner and such...without even thinking about the previous sentences said. I think that is how they work. Like 0's and 1's..."binarily" speaking! Women take things much more seriously. I was still brewing over last night's debate.

So at 8 a.m. I throw on the old swimsuit that I almost lost my life in and venture into the yard...slide a chaise into the sun...plug in the iPod...and lounge....Ha!...that will really piss him off!!!!

One hour on one side...the next on the other...and in two hours I am back inside the house....waiting to take 14 to the mall...Mom and son shopping spree. Lunch...new shoes...shorts...the works. (Maybe even a little something for me)

But...here it is 10:30 and he still sleeps. I guess that is what happens when you are up until 2:30 in the morning playing video games. I was up too...helping my friend "T" online with her drama....but that is a whole other ball of wax.

Think I shall go back in the sun...grease up...and turn myself into a leather handbag!!!!!

Not a cloud in the sky.
Feels like the days when the kids were young and we would hang outside ALL day long..."the gang" and all...sunning...only to go back in the house around 4 or 5 and realize that we all got fried...then shower and come back out around 6 to start up the grills for dinner...pop open the wine...and WHINE...about how stupid we were to not use sunscreen
....but then the H's pull up into the driveways and complain about how all of us got NOTHING done around the house.

What do they want?....STEPFORD WIVES?

Cling and Clatter
Chatter...Chatter
Gosh...I really need a GIRLS WEEKEND....BAD!

Mentla Note: What can I unintentionally do to piss him off when he gets home?

"Too many voices
It won't take long
Which one's right
Which one's wrong
Yours is most likely to be misunderstood

Screaming in tongues on the top of my lungs
'Til I find you
'Til you found me
Somehow I always knew that you would

And I am contemplating matters
All this cling and clatter
In my head, and what you said is ringing,
Ringing faster

And it's all good if you would
Stop the world from making sense
And if I could
Just realize it doesn't really matter,
It doesn't really matter
It doesn't really matter

If I could touch the sound of silence
Now you know I would if I knew
How to make these intentions come around
I'm hearing without listening
And believing every word you are not saying
Speaking without a sound


Trapped inside of these four walls
Walking brainless muppet dolls
Mushroom face beneath the tangles
Bleeding silhouette inside
Dancing like an angel would "
-Lifehouse