After hanging out for a bit with the Baby Duck last night, I was in my room changing out of my work clothes, and, completely forgetting the R. Kelly-ish-ness of my new relationship, started singing “Mrs. Robinson” for no reason at all.
Later that night after dinner, I pour myself another glass of wine, change the channel and what movie do I see? “The Graduate.”
What. The. Hell. Man.
April 11, 2008 at 11:33 pm
coo-coo-ca-cougar!
sorry. it had to be said. but you know i don’t mean it that way. kisses!
April 12, 2008 at 11:12 am
When I think of an “R Kelly” type of relationship, for some reason I think it has something to do with “watersports.”
But I’m gonna assume you mean it in the cougar-ish way, which is far more palatable.
April 12, 2008 at 2:14 pm
Totally the cougarish way! I’m not into watersports, ewww. (Though if I was, I wouldn’t tell ya, lol.)
Dessert toppings is more my thing. TMI? Too bad!
Good one, BTW, Owlie. Props, yo.