*insert big juicy orgasm here*
Sunday, Dec. 21, 2003 - 8:20 p.m.
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I must have been a REALLY good girl this year (despite my lack of frequent cheese updates) because my husband got me the bestest possible fucking gift ever!!! In just a couple of days I will be the proud owner of this bad-ass piece of kitchen equipment! That�s right, one of those (in �Imperial Gray� of course because if it�s good enough for Martha, it�s good enough for me) will soon have a home in MY kitchen. Some little girls wanna be ballerinas. Some little girls wanna be rock stars. Some little girls wanna have a pony. THIS little girl wanted (and soon will have) THIS MIXER! Me waiting for the UPS guy to arrive with the box is a little like an expectant mother waiting for the stork � IT CANNOT GET HERE FAST ENOUGH!!! But unlike the gentle love between a mother and her child my love of my mixer will be rough and dirty. In fact, I�m quite sure that the first thing I�ll do with it is put it on my countertop and dry hump it. Yes, I am THAT in love with my mixer. But in order to be (somewhat) less disturbing let�s stick with that whole pregnant woman analogy thingy we talked about earlier and say that even though my mixer isn�t here yet, I love it already... |