Cotton Candy and Sticky Molasses

Okay, so all I got done yesterday was the dishes.

So I'm having a good day. Gave the kids a bath, decided to cook tonight since its my last night before working, want to have a family night. Maybe sit by the fire, watch a movie. And so the housework, although I'm much more committed today, is still not the highest priority. I go to Sprouts ( I love Sprouts, it is so therapeutic for me, just shopping there), and then I go and by a mixer cause mine got lost in the move last year. I decide to have mashed potatoes - real ones with real butter and real milk - and vegies, and chicken and mushrooms with an Indian spinach sauce that I haven't tried before. I start cooking now, at noon, so the cooking will be slow and good and it will be ready after the kids are home from school and Royce is home. Maybe we will sit in the gazebo for dinner. I am cooking with love today. I love days like this. I have candles burning in the kitchen, jazz on, and the kitchen is starting to smell good. My doggies are in the backyard worhipping my presence, looking in the window at me. The air is cool. I have a glass of wine.

Its all good.

Then I look out the window and see Peggy's SUV in the driveway of my mom's house.

Suddenly, housework is a greater priority - and so is a second glass of wine. Peggy hasn't changed a whole lot. She will just burst in with no notice. So I lock the back door, to have some warning, but leave the window open.

Maybe I'll have another glass of wine.

Yesterday, my mojo reappeared. It was so refreshing. When I am so sensual that I get lost in music, just because of the music without any other influence, and almost rear-end someone because I'm feeling it so much, and not paying attention to traffic. When the air feels great, life is beautiful, and I actually FEEL the music. Can't explain it any better than that. Very sexy, and sensual, and full of life. And giddy. Giddy without alcohol is an intoxicating thing. Giddy with life. My mojo has been gone for far too long. I miss myself.

On the way home from picking up Royce, we stop in at Bourban Street. Once again it is very apparent that it is the best strip club in the Valley. I, along with the women in Royce's class, agree that he deserves a "free look" once in a while, just for being a nice guy. And I really wanted to go yesterday. After all, it was Fat Tuesday. A girl needs a drink and naked boobies on Fat Tuesday ( I guess maybe the guys do too, come to think of it). The women there are just all kinds of hot. Royce had a really good time. The drinks are always good, and the women are beautiful. And I got beads. I didn't earn them, however, but I was prepared to. I stole them. They were decorating a candle, and I just had to have them. They are hanging in our bedroom.

Claudia - a cross between Liv Tyler's and Fergie's face, long dark wavy hair to her ass, and the body of venus. Not one of these skinny girls. Perfect in every way. Cotton Candy, sticky molasses, cool rain on a hot day, wine and chocolate, and a sinful inferno all in the female form. I wanna look like her. I wanna be her.

Mojo slowly eased into fatigue. But we still had a good night. It was long coming. I miss myself. It was nice to see me again.

Better start cleaning.

Oh yeah, and that glass of wine.