Dear Meg,
"what the hell is a hosebag momma?"
Damned if I know. But someone wanted to make Colleen Lombardi Google-able with that word so I did what I could to make that happen. I don't know what the hell it means...but it does seem to fit, doesn't it? It certainly doesn't sound pleasant. Kinda like the word skank, I don't know what it means but the sound of it sort of lets you know that it isn't good. Hosebag momma is sort of the same thing.
I started making dinner about a half an hour ago and I'm almost done but I'm not hungry and there's no one else here. I guess I made it out of rote and now I don't know what to do with it.
I'm so bored that I just took my Xanax and now I'm waiting for it to kick in so I can just go to sleep. That's pretty bad for a Friday night...isn't it? Oh well.
Now I'm staring at the computer trying to think of something to say. I can't think of anything but that's never stopped me before. I can talk without having anything to say, I should be able to write with nothing to say. Sure I can.
Let's see, I can't talk about nipples or blow jobs, what does that leave me with? LOLOL..my mind is a blank. Take away my nipples and blow jobs and what do I have left? Just a shitload of taco stuff and no one to share it with. I made tacos thinking that my son would come over but he didn't.
OH! I don't know if this qualifies as nipple talk or not but years ago I had a patient who had what must have been the very first breast implants ever. I was amazed that the thousand year old implants were right where they should have been but a tad dismayed to see that the actual nipples had gone on an escapade and they were nowhere near the big round things. I never thought of that.
I wonder what all these women will look like in 30 years with all of their implants. With age you lose fat and all of those implants will be relatively easy to see through the thin skin.
My great-grandmother had those big Oprah arms...you know the type, they hang and sway back and forth. When I was a little girl, she would hold her arm up and let me slap the hanging fat back and forth. That was fun.
My great grandfather told me once that he was "blind without his glasses". I took that to mean that he couldn't see in between his eyeballs and his glasses so I would stick my finger in there and wiggle it. When I grew up, I realized that he must have held still for me to do that.
I miss all of the old people in my family. I guess I'm the old people now. They were some sweet people and now they're all dead. Even my mother is gone. My father is up and I'm on deck so I'm not very comfortable here.
Oh well, no fat to slap and nobody's eyeballs to mess with. My son just called and he will be here soon. I told him that the tacos would be on the counter and I'll be in bed because that Xanax is working now so I have to go lie on my bed and fall asleep watching something boring.
Have a good evening and I'll see you in the morning!
Meg
"what the hell is a hosebag momma?"
Damned if I know. But someone wanted to make Colleen Lombardi Google-able with that word so I did what I could to make that happen. I don't know what the hell it means...but it does seem to fit, doesn't it? It certainly doesn't sound pleasant. Kinda like the word skank, I don't know what it means but the sound of it sort of lets you know that it isn't good. Hosebag momma is sort of the same thing.
I started making dinner about a half an hour ago and I'm almost done but I'm not hungry and there's no one else here. I guess I made it out of rote and now I don't know what to do with it.
I'm so bored that I just took my Xanax and now I'm waiting for it to kick in so I can just go to sleep. That's pretty bad for a Friday night...isn't it? Oh well.
Now I'm staring at the computer trying to think of something to say. I can't think of anything but that's never stopped me before. I can talk without having anything to say, I should be able to write with nothing to say. Sure I can.
Let's see, I can't talk about nipples or blow jobs, what does that leave me with? LOLOL..my mind is a blank. Take away my nipples and blow jobs and what do I have left? Just a shitload of taco stuff and no one to share it with. I made tacos thinking that my son would come over but he didn't.
OH! I don't know if this qualifies as nipple talk or not but years ago I had a patient who had what must have been the very first breast implants ever. I was amazed that the thousand year old implants were right where they should have been but a tad dismayed to see that the actual nipples had gone on an escapade and they were nowhere near the big round things. I never thought of that.
I wonder what all these women will look like in 30 years with all of their implants. With age you lose fat and all of those implants will be relatively easy to see through the thin skin.
My great-grandmother had those big Oprah arms...you know the type, they hang and sway back and forth. When I was a little girl, she would hold her arm up and let me slap the hanging fat back and forth. That was fun.
My great grandfather told me once that he was "blind without his glasses". I took that to mean that he couldn't see in between his eyeballs and his glasses so I would stick my finger in there and wiggle it. When I grew up, I realized that he must have held still for me to do that.
I miss all of the old people in my family. I guess I'm the old people now. They were some sweet people and now they're all dead. Even my mother is gone. My father is up and I'm on deck so I'm not very comfortable here.
Oh well, no fat to slap and nobody's eyeballs to mess with. My son just called and he will be here soon. I told him that the tacos would be on the counter and I'll be in bed because that Xanax is working now so I have to go lie on my bed and fall asleep watching something boring.
Have a good evening and I'll see you in the morning!
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 3:47 PM
3 Comments:
Skank is one of my favorite words. It's not profane, but it certainly gets the point across, doesn't it?
It will never cease to amaze me that a skank like Colleen Lombardi doesn't think she's done anything wrong because she, herself, is not married. Jeff came to her, so therefore she's innocent, right? UGH! And since pretty much every cheating man tells their skank the same exact lies, you'd think women would learn them by now.
However, I don't necessarily agree with the idea that if the wopigs of this world weren't around, men wouldn't cheat. (and vice versa) If someone is really looking to cheat, he or she will convince a perfectly decent person that he/she is single. Remember that whole Lacey Peterson mess? The husband had an entire relationship with that Amber woman, who had no idea that he was even married. She wasn't looking to be a wopig, or to break up a family. She was just another of his victims. Luckily, she didn't end up dead like his wife did.
I have no sympathy for someone like Colleen. She knew what she was doing was wrong, yet she still felt justified. She's not the victim, she's one of the people victimizing Solaris. It saddens me beyond belief to see any woman be so effin stupid. Still, I have no sympathy for her. If she is a victim, it's because she's a victim of her own actions, not anyone else's. You reap what you sow.
You're right, not all women who date married men are necessarily wrong...unless they keep on dating them after they find out. I found out a guy I had seen a few times was married and I put an end to it immediately. I could have outed him on this thing but I didn't want to hurt the wife. Why is it that some women enjoy hurting the wife? That...I do not understand.
Meg
I also dont understand either Meg why mistresses enjoy making the wifes life hell.
I am the victim of my husband's EX mistress and she just won't leave it lie! Even my husband has commented that it is no longer about him but she is out to make my life hell.
Jaded I use the word skank frequently too. But disagree with you about the idea if there were no wopigs. If there were no wopigs it would be so much bloody harder for these men to find a willing participant to have an affair.
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