Having a blast!

H is golfing right now at a charity event. My mom, dad, sister, and BIL are there. It's for the homeless shelter he is the director of.

Anyway, tonight we'll all be at my sister's house after the tournament, so I called him and suggested he stay at my house tonight since it'll be a late night (and I live down the street). He said sure- good idea.

He sent me an email. A chain email with a poem about telling people you love them. I'm at work right now and can't get it to post it here, but I was amazed. I'll have to post it another time.

I was driving home the other day and heard Brad Paisley's new song "Ticks" on the radio. I laughed so hard. It fit mine and H's humorous code words perfectly, so I emailed it to him.

Those lyrics I have....

Every time you take a sip
In this smokey atmosphere
You press that bottle to your lips
And I wish I was your beer
In the small there of your back
Your jeans are playing peekaboo
I'd like to see the other half of your butterfly tattoo.

Hey that gives me an idea
Let's get out of this bar
Drive out into the country
And find a place to park.

'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I'd like to check you for ticks.

I know the perfect little path
Out in these woods I used to hunt
Don't worry babe I've got your back
And I've also got your front
Now, I'd hate to waste a night like this
I'll keep you safe you wait and see
The only thing allowed to crawl all over you when we get there is me.

You know every guy in here tonight
Would like to take you home
But I've got way more class than them
Babe that ain't what I want.

'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I'd like to check you for ticks.

You never know where one might be
There's lots of places that are hard to reach
I gotcha.

I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you baby way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I'd like to check you for ticks.

I'd sure like to check you for ticks...


T: 23 M:20
S:17 D:14
Bomb 1: 07/05
Busted: 07
Bomb 2: 07/10
D papers: 11/11

True love doesn't come by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly--Jason Jordan