Blech!
Some of my old posts on TOOT sure do make me cringe when I re-read them. For instance, I remember this one from about a year and a half ago. The context is that Matt Gumm had posted his “ten simple pleasures” and then tagged or asked the TOOT members to respond. So we did: Charlie and I responded.
Now, notice that both Matt and Charlie’s “ten simple pleasures” are pretty good. They make sense and can be appreciated by most people.
However, when you read mine, you will notice something, um, let’s just say…”different.”
Okay, deep breath. I don’t know how to word it to make it seem better than it really is — since covering up such indiscretions would be my natural inclination — so I’ll just come out and say it and hope for the best: my “ten simple pleasures” sound like an overly sentimental, weepy little girl wrote them!
I mean, come on! Reading in bed?! Bike rides?! Sitting on a beach?! “Cuddling”?!?! Is my name Patrick or is it Patricia?!
Man. (Or woman?)
If the other Tbloggers knew, I would be in deep trouble. After all, our current tagline is, “And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.”
So, yeah, shhh! Keep this on the down-low!
By the way, I mean no offense whatsoever to women if they actually like to do any of these things. It’s really wonderful for a woman to like to do these things, I’m sure. Again, it’s just that it becomes mighty unnerving when a man likes to do these things.
Anyway, this blast from the past leaves me aghast.
(Please note: no women were [fatally] harmed in the posting of this weblog post.)
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Amber said that you sounded like a nice woma — I MEAN MAN!!! — that other women would love to get close to. Ya know, to um, snuggle with at the beach while listening to the waves or something.
Aaawww! I think your list is sweet.
I think that the testosterone level of this blog is seriously flagging, between this and my writing obsession this month. Monster trucks? Firearms? Rude noises? Anybody?
This could explain some things.
And in case the code is not allowed in comments, here’s the link:
http://pictures.invigorated.org/public/patrick.jpg
Yes, that’s a princess castle bed. Oh the shame!
Good heavens.
When Patrick wakes up in his canopy bed in six hours, puts on his bunny slippers, and checks the comment feed, he’s going to be really sore, I promise you that.
He might not leave his room today!
Oh, yeah, and, *FART*
You are all gonna get it! I’m totally gonna Maggie Moo all of you!
Now Patrick calm down. Relax. Get yourself a steaming cup of hot cocoa with those cute little marshmallows. Wrap yourself in a warm woolly blanket. Imagine that you are on the beach staring up into the stars. Go to your happy place.
Sorry Patrick, that door was wide open.
Charlie, your comment on the canopy bed and bunny slippers was hilarious!
Good heavens. I suppose this is my fault for calling for “rude noises.”
Silly me, thinking that they would be provided.
Eww.
Now I know why I never needed a sister.