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I love a lot. I wait a lot. I try to find a lot to laugh at. I don't usually have trouble with that. I pray a lot. I'm not always sure who or what I pray to, but I firmly believe that prayer makes a difference. I try not to panic very often. I try to learn something new every day. I spend a lot of time poking my nose into other peoples' bidness via their blogs. I clean up an awful lot of feathers. You can dress me up, but you can't really take me out. I travel a lot when I can find bird sitters and we take them with us when I can't. I drink, prolly to excess, but I rarely get sick because my body is a hostile environment to germs (or maybe no SELF RESPECTING germ would LIVE in my body?) I collect: gnomes, passport stamps, MONEY-preferably US dollars or Euros, red headed womyn and chicks named Stephanie. My Momma taught me many many years ago that girls don't fart, they foosie. She taught me lots of other chit too. Thanks for stopping by-leave me a comment and let me know you were here, feel free to link to me, or email me at jacquelynn.fortner@gmail.com

Friday, August 14, 2009

Threesome?

*yawns*

*stretches*

*sniffs*


Ahhh...the pogey plant is cranked up today and the wind is blowing east, so there is a hint of rotting fish (or as my sister in law likes to call it, the smell of steak and eggs-her daddy was a pogey boat captain) in the air.  *sniffs again, blinks*  But what's that?  Do you smell it?

*nose points judiciously into the air*

*eyes brighten*

Mmmm...Ralph Lauren...Polo...Cool Water...and what's this?  A hint of Canoe and Old Spice? How old school.

Did the men's counter at Belks explode?

Oh, wait...NO!  It did not!

THAT, my friends, is the aroma of all the self respecting lesbians and those of us who don't know what the feck we are readying up for the Melissa Ethridge concert tonight at the Hard Rock.  

My Timberland hiking boots are out, along with my flannel shirt and jeans.  I'm fixing to go wash the new 2010 4x4 Tundra, do some chores and errands, then go meet up with my date for this evening, the loverly Dar (for some reason, today I am thinking Darlinator *snort*).  For one reason or another, we have not had a chance to get together in months, and this little dykefest seemed like a wonderful opportunity to reconnect.  ^^arches eyebrows^^

Before I go, though, a word to the wise:  Do not...I repeat...DO NOT ever publish the words, and I quote "three months to look forward to in one place with reliable Internet".  Take my word for it.  Granted, I was a fool to put reliable and Internet into the same sentence, but still.

So.  Tonight.  Hard Rock.  Melissa, Dar and Derfina.  

That's how we roll.




Posted by derfina at 9:37 AM
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2 comments:

darsden said...

What a F**King Awesome Concert. She tore that guitar and piano up. Her guitar was smoking.. The waffle house was d'bomb,

fantastic music check
yummie food...check
derfina's company *priceless*

August 15, 2009 at 2:47 PM
Rob-bear said...

Well, this is an interesting adventure for Bear. From the far north (Canada) to the deep south.
Sounds like you had a wild time. Which was probably good for you. Me, not so much for rock concerts. ABBA, yes, but those concerts aren't happening any more.
Timberland boots, flannel shirt. Hmmmm. Are you sure you're not from Canada, originally?
Blessings and Bear hugs.

September 28, 2011 at 2:41 AM

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