a cold dip
Monday, October 22, 2007
Not too much going on around here lately from my point of view. I work shift work and my schedule leaves a nice big chunk of days off in a row. Right now I am in the middle of my time off on this rotation.
I went swimming in the lake yesterday, a personal record for me as far as dates go. Usually by October 21st, the temperature is so damn cold, that you wouldn't even think of getting into the water. But I had been mowing the lawn, and it was a respectable 17 degrees outside, so I had gotten just hot enough that it occurred to me that a dip in the lake would be a good idea. It wasn't. The water was so ridiculously cold, that I actually think my heart may have stopped for a real brief period while it and the rest of my organs tried to figure out what the fuck just happened to them and how to work cooperatively again.
When I came in and Superwife asked me how cold the water was, I told her that it looked like I would have to skip the first few rounds of the longest penis competition that afternoon, at least until I warmed back up. She just smiled politely at me, letting me know that she thought it was cute that I feel as good about myself as I do.
Guess there's no point in talking smack to the woman who knows exactly how full of shit you are eh?
I went swimming in the lake yesterday, a personal record for me as far as dates go. Usually by October 21st, the temperature is so damn cold, that you wouldn't even think of getting into the water. But I had been mowing the lawn, and it was a respectable 17 degrees outside, so I had gotten just hot enough that it occurred to me that a dip in the lake would be a good idea. It wasn't. The water was so ridiculously cold, that I actually think my heart may have stopped for a real brief period while it and the rest of my organs tried to figure out what the fuck just happened to them and how to work cooperatively again.
When I came in and Superwife asked me how cold the water was, I told her that it looked like I would have to skip the first few rounds of the longest penis competition that afternoon, at least until I warmed back up. She just smiled politely at me, letting me know that she thought it was cute that I feel as good about myself as I do.
Guess there's no point in talking smack to the woman who knows exactly how full of shit you are eh?
Labels: everything else, narcissism, superwife
posted by raistlinsghost at 10/22/2007 10:08:00 PM
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