I am a spoiled girl these days.
I came home tonight- stinky, tired, incoherent and stinky. And, I think, stinky.
What is waiting for me on the coffee table?
A new universal remote? A new fishing pole? A new helper monkey to replace Mr. Picklefartz who, against my advice, started "dabbling" in autoerotic asphyxiation play?
No, but I do miss that silly monkey.
This might be even better than a monkey- A shiny spankin' new laptop.
I love Mr. Shinyscreen. Even more than cheese.
Now I just have to learn to push his buttons properly, if you know what I mean.
XOXO to you, Mr. WM for once again proving yourself the superior gift giver. This makes the spark plugs I got you for Christmas look like, well...crap.
I don't deserve you, cutie. But I think I deserve the laptop.
P.S. There's still time to cast your vote in "Whiskeymarie's Great American shoe-off" (see previous post). I'll tally the votes on Friday. I'm sure you're DYING to find out- like when we all were waiting to find out who shot J.R.
I just have to also say, great American shoe-off aside, that I am rooting for you & rooting for I. Rooting for us and all the other smutty gals who somehow have scored themselves a Good & Decent Man who decides for good or for bad (mostly for bad) to love ladies like us; and even buy us laptops. I will continue to root for us. Hooray. Is she a slick little Mac princess?
Mr. WM decided that I couldn't get a Mac as our desktop isn't one and neither is my work computer. That's o.k. I am technologically retarded & I need it to be as easy to use as possible, and I've never used a Mac- though I know once you go Mac you never go back.
She's slick, nonetheless, and I love my little HP princess.
Oh honey, smutty gals like us make the world worth being in, and our boys know that. Just as we know we're lucky to have them, they thank their lucky stars every day (well, not every day- like the days after we stay out all night & come home looking like a crack whore) that they scored smart & sexy arm candy like us.
Ooooh, well done! I'm so very jealous, as I sit here typing on a piece of crap that I hesitate to turn off because I'm never sure if I'll be able to get it to turn back on...
macs rock. but have fun with your HP. ; )
Lucky! I want one (a laptop, not a husband).
what a nice gift, you lucky little beee-atch!
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