elphie

I found the man of my dreams yesterday.

6'2" good coloring... beautiful green-blue eyes... he has this wonderful woodsy smell about him... like pine needles and fresh mountain rain... and his name is Wesely.

Did I mention he's a tree?

Yes I name my Christmas tree... it's a thing... and it has to be an english nobel name since I always get a Nobel fur.

Last year's was a Rupert. I would name my kid Rupert. (If i had a kid) but I think he would get his ass kicked.. A LOT. So I deicded naming my tree rupert was the next best thing.

Anyone else notice this entry is a whole lot of nothing being said? I'm exahusted I had to carry the bloody thing out of the tree farm, then stick it on the car.. tie it down.. get it home drag it inside then get under it to put it in the base... I thought this was all man's work... *looks at her boobs* I knwo I haven't grown a dick dammit. *grumbles a bit*

Bah after decorating Wesely I came to the conclusion that he looks awfuly errr frilly... so I've decided he's a drag queen.

Now why dosn't that suprise me?

I need to go my brains doing cartwheels if you cant tell.