Monday, October 13, 2014

Smashed and Smokey Monday

It's the end of the road for the fun season here. No more fresh veggies from the garden or from the cracks of the driveway.
Now that the tomato plants are drooping and wilting, they have started producing tomatoes. This is the largest haul of the season. Give it a week and I'll have to pull them.
Well, it once was a pretty and inviting plant. I took it down and stored the pot for the winter. I'm thinking that I need a wreath or something to cover the nails. One more crafty project to add to the list.
Speaking of projects, Anna's room now has a fresh coat of paint. Wow, is it easy to paint a room when there isn't much in there.
I had said before that we weren't going to paint the ceiling or the trim but Den changed my mind. We had a terrible time getting a clean line on the ceiling and the baseboard. Needless to say, it came out perfect where the bed sits. Why do things like that always happen?
And how did I forget to tell you this story? Ok, when we were in Vegas I was sitting by myself at a machine. I was happy and not bothering a soul. A very drunk guy sat down next to me and started talking to me. I was polite but didn't really talk to him. I got the creeper vibe. But he persisted. I nodded occasionally but ignored him. Then his drunk son came over. Soon they both tried to talk to me. I nodded and just acted busy. Normally, I would have gotten up but I was winning. DAMN THEM! Finally, the dad asked if I wanted to"Toke up and party with the both of them in their room." And I moved.
I'm a fun person but I'm pretty sure that I don't come across as the type that wanted to get high and have a threesome with a father-son combo.
But of course, Den had to outdo me.
He just misses so much. He's going to get molested, I swear.
We went to an awesome Mexican restaurant and the waiter was so in love with Den. Never mind the fact that I sitting there. He couldn't stop batting his eyes at Den. I didn't laugh until the waiter offered to get a wonderful sauce for Den's fajita. I told Den, he probably shouldn't eat it.
THEN, I left Den to play a machine and when I came back some woman was leaning on him and asking how to play slot machines. Really?!? I didn't say anything to her but told Den where I was going to play a machine. She shot me a dirty look for talking to him. Idiot. Den told me later that she was nice and just wanted his help in learning how to play but she had a shuttle to catch and was leaving soon. He's so dumb. A few hours later, I saw her playing two machines at once. She obviously didn't have to catch a shuttle and Den must have been a good teacher.
And I think that's all I got for you.
Not participating,
Sonya Ann







12 comments:

slugmama said...

It's that pretty mouth of his I tell ya!
Gonna get him into trouble one day.....

Sonya Ann said...

sluggy-Good tie in! You get an A for the day.

Linda said...

How can men be so dumb? He did not eat any of the special sauce, did he?

Linda said...

I would find my husband sitting, grinning broadly with some woman draped all over him. Later, I would ask him why he did not get rid of her. He would say he just didn't know how to get rid of her. I told him I had elbows that kept men at a distance...

I had a volunteer tomato that started setting fruit just this past couple of weeks. Maybe our tomatoes are confused.

McVal said...

LOL! Did he eat the sauce?
And come on... haven't you ever played dumb to get a guy??

Anne in the kitchen said...

I am laughing out loud at this! Great tales! Like they say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, unless the wife has a blog!

Frances said...

LOL! Getting hit on a the casino. Love it when that happens.

Sonya Ann said...

Linda-LOL no special sauce for him!

Sonya Ann said...

Linda-Hahaha, I'm telling Den about using his elbows! Thank you!

Sonya Ann said...

McVal-No, he didn't eat the sauce!
I don't have to play. LOL

Sonya Ann said...

Anne in the kitchen-Boy, did you get that one right. "If the wife has a blog!"-I pretty much tell everything.

Sonya Ann said...

Frances-I wasn't "feeling" the invite that I got from the father/son team. Ewwwwwwww.