Pup and His Love

Pup and his car the day after he bought it.

Last night I look over at Pup's dual's (monitors peeps - let's keep it in the pants) and I notice he is reading my blog.

Pup loves me.

But he does not read my blog on a regular basis. Once in a while when I mention something or someone else mentions something I've written it will pique his interest.

He'll jump on and skim read a few posts until the words start swimming in front of his eyes. He isn't much of a reader. I've known him five years and I saw him read a book once - we happened to be on a lovely beach in Ixtapa and he was TOTALLY relaxed.

Don't mistake that for being uninformed.

Pup does most of his readings from the internet. Yes, there are naked ladies thrown in there for good measure (Wha? That's called porn? Oh! I like that stuff.) but the rest is on news sites. He isn't a browser of any blogs or such.

So last night after he has read some in my blog he comes to find me and I say,

"Did you read my blog"?

"Yes."

"Did you like it"?

"Sure babe!"

"You really read it?"

(laughing) "Yes! But I'm not in it enough."

"What?"

"I should be in it more."

"You're in it all the time."

"You have the wrong picture of my car."

(me, blinking)

"You need to put the right picture of my car on your blog. You need to write a post about me."

He is half kidding. But only half.

He stands there laughing and laughing and I start to laugh and I say.

"No - I won't. You can't make me."

"Get over here. You need a spanking."

Ha!

I love that man.

If Pup were to be a guest-blogger, here is the type of story he might tell.

There once was a man from Nantunket . . .

And it would be the dirtiest/funniest story you've ever heard!

Well, at least he would laugh himself sick.

Love you baby.

Las Vegas Stories

Guest Blogger:
Lorenzo

The Scene
Sex and the City Slot Machines

Who:
Me and you Momma!

The fabulous slot machine ladies of Sex and the City caught our eye, so we headed over there to test our luck. I had no luck and grumbled while the woman next to me (who looked like she belonged on COPS) got to pick out shoes from SJP's closet to win bonus spins.

For you however, the machine sang a different tune! After a few spins, you also got to pick out a pair of SJP's shoes. Oooooh the options - Jimmy Choo, Christian Louboutin... you picked the plaid box, let's call them Burberry :) Those Burberry shoes paid off, because you got three bonus spins!

So there I was, green with envy of your cyber-Burberry shoes and bonus spins, when you hit Vegas pay dirt; the machine started ringing and the faux coin-in-pay tray(?) noises started rolling! This prompted our OC housewife Vicki-esque "Woo hoo!"'s and Midwestern "Oh my god!"'s.

This went on for awhile and we were oblivious (as usual) to the crowd growing behind us, who were all curious to see who the next big Vegas winner was; blue-hairs, Q-tips, and all. Little did they know a mere $54 had been won and two gambling penny-pinchers were at the Sex and the City machine's helm.

As the witnesses to our garish excitement rolled their eyes in disappointment, I'm sure they were thinking - AMATEURS!