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I AM The Sweet Spot. What?

LiLu — Tue, 15 Jun 2010 12:51:39 +0000

So, last night B and I are deep into our newest television fling, Rescue Me…

Love these boys.

…and the firemen are sitting around having an old-fashioned “We are men! Measure my penis!” shoot-the-shit kinda conversation, when one of them says this:

“That’s the thing with older vs. younger women. Older women are more skilled, but they’ve done it so many times, it’s mechanical for them. Younger women may come up short in the talent department, but they’re so eager to please.”

*contemplative pause*

Another fireman responds:

“If only there was a way to combine the two, to find a happy medium.”

First fireman:

“Oh, there is… 26, my friends. 26? Is the sweet spot.”

At which point I looked over to B, and yell

“HEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

because whoa!, I am 26, so that’s pretty awesome, right? Lucky man!

And my darling dear, he eyes me carefully, and he says…

“So, how many months you got left?”

P.S. Obviously this is a rather ridiculous notion. I just thought it was awesome because they said 26 and hey, it’s kind of an obscure age. We don’t get much else.

Also, excuse to post a picture of hot firemen? Yes and also please.

The Shiz My Boyfriend Says, Vol. XXIX

LiLu — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 13:23:12 +0000

~So. Remember that time I promise you an amazing surprise today? Um, well…

I lied.

Not on purpose, trust- no one is more disappointed than me that we have to wait… but it’s only a couple days, chickadees. I promise by the end of this week, you shall be privy to my fantabulous news…

*cue suspenseful music, slash, me feeling like a total ahole* ~

Anyway, back to our regular programming for the time being…

You all know this game by now. Time for another installment of “The Shiz My Boyfriend Says.” Woot!

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B’s friend K is over and showing us his stylish new glasses, or as he calls them, his “FIRIN’ GLASSES.”

Firin' glasses.

K: Do you guys have glasses?

B: Yeah, I had glasses once. But then I lost them so I never got them again. They make your eyes weaker. Fuck that noise. I’m a MAN!!!

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As I’ve mentioned, this Friday is our two-year anniversary. My present for B is stashed in my closet, but his present for me hasn’t come yet. Not being someone who can ever wait for anything, I’ve been begging him to let me give him his since it arrived…

Me: Pleeeeeeeeeease can I give you your present?

B: No!

*We’re watching Tosh.0, as they feature a video mocking homeless people*

B: Did you get me a homeless person?

Me: No, but that’d be AWESOME. Then we’d have a dishwasher!!!

I know. So wrong. Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol…

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A smelly B arrives home from his soccer game, and I have a flashback to the last time he came home, which somehow resulted in his vile soccer socks being draped over my (yes, still unpacked) luggage bag from Vegas.

Me: Don’t you put your dirty soccer socks on my suitcase this time!!!

B: *shrugs* I can’t help it, baby, that’s the Drying Place!

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Trying to find a new show on Netflix Watch Instantly, we stumble across “Satisfaction,” a series featuring the working gals of an Australian brothel.

Me: Um, I’m not so sure about this one.

B: You’re always so against me wanting to see 18 year old shirtless girls! You never support any of my hobbies!

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My present better be something amazeballs.

I Might As Well Get Him A Love Fern*

LiLu — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 13:28:14 +0000

~Hey! Are you reading this in a Reader? That’s cool… don’t want the man to see you being lazy, for sure. But do me a wee favor and click here, just for a second, if you don’t mind… *vague and mysterious ftw*~

Well, well, well. How fast time flies when you’re having fun.

Or telling each other fart jokes.

Accentuated with actual farts.

What?

Point being, next weekend will mark two years of B and I thoroughly entertaining each other (and, hopefully, you as well.)

Unfortunately, I am an asshole, and managed to book a trip home to Boston for Father’s Day without realizing the other anniversial special occasion.

(P.S. June 17th? Gonna be in Beantown? HIT ME UP YO)

Fortunately, a) B and I always end up doing presents a week early anyway, because I’m too impatient to wait, and b) now he has a freebie in the bag for the next time he screws up.

Fair’s fair.

So! I have spent the last couple weeks scouring the interwebs for something original. Thoughtful, even. At the very least, something I can enjoy as well. (What?)

And I’m here to tell you, e-friends… do NOT Google “anniversary gift for him.” Just don’t do it.

Because this is what you’ll get:

Once he finished laughing, we would never hold hands again.

Do you get to "park" your penis if you land on Park Place?

Right. I'm totally going to spend 20 bucks on a fucking SILVER FORTUNE COOKIE. I'd rather have a $20 gift certificate to the Dollar Store.

Vom, vom, vom, vom in my hair, VOM.

This is a "pocket keepsake." It'd almost be worth it to see the look on our friends' faces when he accidentally pulled it out.

"And every year, we drink a bottle of rosé, do our Love Puzzle, and then punch each other in the face."

Love Throw Pillow. Alternate title: "An Excuse to Never Have Guests at Your Home Again."

Okay, okay. Clean the proverbial barf off yourself and let’s get down to business. I knew a traditional google search clearly wasn’t going to cut it, so with the help of Twitter (you guys are freaking awesome, bee tee dubs), we collaborated and came up with the following actually respectable anniversary gifts for a dude.

And so, I give you:

“A Realistic Anniversary Gift-Giving Guide for a 20-Something Dude”

Always Sunny in Philly approved Dick Towel! No explanation necessary.

It's up! It's down! It's... confusing, yet awesome.

What dude WOULDN'T want his very own pub sign?

Mini kegerator? Just change my name to "B's hero" already.

My favorite meaning for the phrase "I'm packin'."

Night vision goggles. Just cause I can't see a dude NOT getting excited over these.

A shitload of meat. (DUH.)

Um. Does this come in His and Hers? Because YES and also PLEASE.

And no, I didn’t ruin the surprise, because what I actually got him is even more bad ass than all of this.

(No pressure…)

Know of something else awesome to give a dude that doesn’t involve the word “snuggling”, matching lockets, or something so corny even his mom would laugh at it? Leave it in El Commentos!

*And just in case anyone’s not familiar with the Love Fern…

The Shiz My Boyfriend Says, Vol. XXVIII

LiLu — Fri, 04 Jun 2010 11:29:27 +0000

You all know this game by now. Time for another installment of “The Shiz My Boyfriend Says.” Woot!

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Yesterday, B dropped off our yoga mats to our (phenomenal) neighborhood bartender for their kids event this Saturday. Upon returning home…

B: So I dropped the mats off, and she came out from the bar like she was going to give me a hug, and we just stood there looking at each other. So awkward.

Me: What? Why wouldn’t you give her a hug??

B: I don’t do hugs.

Me: …….

B: You know those people who like to hug all the time? I’m basically the opposite of that. Not for me.

Me: But I hug you all the time!

B: Well, you’re different.

Me: (pause of disbelief) Um, not even joking? I bought a shirt that says “Free Hugs” today.

B: Well, here we are.

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We see a commercial for Saw 19 or whatever.

Me: Seriously?? (meaning, they’re actually making ANOTHER of these?)

B: I know, didn’t that guy die in the first one?

Me: I don’t know. I don’t watch that horror shit.

B: Oh, that’s right… cause you’re a goddamn coward.

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I look up to see B feeding Axe Murderer bits of chicken on top of the bookshelf. He grabs a nearby paper towel and takes a half-hearted swipe at the mess.

Me: Um, gross. Can you at least get a WET paper towel?

B: Why, so you can EAT off there?! Sheesh.

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Trying out our new HD Blu-Ray, an episode of Legend of the Seeker is on. I should probably mention that the main character looks like this:

You can use your Sword of Truth on me anytime, baby.

Me: Oh Richard… so shirtless.

B: What! I’m taking the Blu-Ray back!!

Me: Oh, please. There’s more than enough boobs-in-slow-mo fight scenes to make this even.

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See you all tonight at the Happy Hour, lovebugs! Chinatown Vapiano’s after work, but Maxie and I will be there at 4 to squat at a table for us if you’re out early. I’ll be on the tweet if you can’t find us.

Do it!!!

(And share the button if you’re coming!)

~take it, leave it, love it, spank it~

If Only Will Ferrell Would Stop Ribbon-Dancing In My Brain

LiLu — Wed, 02 Jun 2010 13:56:37 +0000

B and I don’t fight often.

But when we do, it’s almost always about something entirely insignificant, like who has to go downstairs to get the takeout from the delivery guy. (We’re really big on Not Wearing Pants in our house, which clearly, this interferes with.) And 99 times out of a hundred, any argument- or negotiation, really- is entirely in jest. Unless of course it’s my week to “attract vampires,” and then not only is it dead serious but I am 100% right and NOT AT ALL BATSHIT CRAZY, no matter what the situation is.

Duh.

But the other night, we got INTO it for once. And it was bad.

You see, I am a Fall Asleep With TV On (FAWTO) person.

B, on the other hand, is an incredibly selfish Fall Asleep With TV Off, Because For Some Strange Reason He Can Turn Over, Sprinkle Some of His Magic Fairy Dust He Hides From LiLu On His Eyes, and Be Dead to the World Within 2.0 Seconds (FAWTOPBFSSRICTOSSOMMFDIHFLABAW2.0S) person.

Look, as we’ve established round these parts over the past few years, I am probably not the most “stable” person on the planet. The thoughts whirling around inside my head at any given moment are akin to what it would look like if Peter Griffin, Chelsea Handler, and a unicorn had a baby and it was ribbon-dancing a la Will Ferrell around inside my brain.

See? Scary stuff.

Anycrazypants, my point is that I simply cannot fall asleep unless my loco-ass mind is distracted. I have to trick myself into caring about the Kardashians’ latest baby scare, or Alton Brown’s ceramic potted planter BBQing technique, or whose makeup is the most atrocious on Jerseylicious (it’s Olivia, FYI), just so that I can put my own mile-a-minute thoughts aside long enough to go unconscious.

B, on the other hand, prefers to fall asleep in this very, very unnerving thing he calls… dum dum dum…

“QUIET.”

I know. Go figure.

In truth, I know it’s probably not exactly healthy to rely on cable network to lullaby me to sleep, but it’s been my way for over a decade now. The thought of going to bed and lying there, staring wide-eyed at the blank white ceiling with nary a Jon Stewart joke to snap me out of all the inane worries that wash over me is, well, terrifying.

And so, friends, I am at a loss. Perhaps the time has come for me to give up my late night affair with The Soup reruns and a plethora of Real Housewives dramz. It breaks my heart to say goodbye…

Let’s just hope it doesn’t break my mind.

I’m On A PLANE!!!!!!!!!!!!

LiLu — Thu, 20 May 2010 11:47:49 +0000

…but that doesn’t mean I didn’t leave you a little sumin sumin.

Check it out here.

Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

B Has Turned Me Into A Nerd… And I Think I Like It.

LiLu — Tue, 18 May 2010 12:46:34 +0000

Last night, as I was buried in George R. R. Martin’s third book of his “A Song of Fire and Ice” fantasy series, B looked over at me- from his iPad, no less- and said:

“Look at you. I’ve officially turned you into a nerd.”

Of course I balked, because I’ve always thought of myself as more of a Dork than a Nerd, but upon reflection…

He’s right.

As the all-knowing Urban Dictionary says,

vs…

We watch Legend of the Seeker, Merlin, and Avatar: The Last Airbender religiously. We laughed and cried through all of BSG, mostly when it ended.* I’ve read Ken Follet’s The Pillars of the Earth, World Without End, and three of the George R.R. Martins, all in the past year or so, which are each a THOUSAND pages… when my vacations used to be peppered with US Weekly and Charlaine Harris.

I may not really understand (or care) about the difference between sci fi and fantasy (is it dragons? It’s totally dragons, right?), but apparently my dad did the job instilling the nerd in me all those years ago when we father-daughter bonded over every episode of The Next Generation ever. (Lex, the first man to give you “a funny feeling you didn’t quite understand” was Jordan Knight? Well, mine was Captain Picard.)

So, I guess I’m both now, dork AND nerd. And I’m totally cool with that. I just think it’s hilarious that now B’s the one on the couch with a computer on his lap, and I’m nose deep in a 1000 page book about kings and wights and dragons and catching myself saying things like “folly!!” and “you craven!!” in everyday conversation. (I’m a blast at the office, truly.)

I guess it’s just proof of what sharing two years of fart jokes with someone will do to a person.

I just hope we don’t start to look like each other…

Le sigh.

*Duh! How could I forget BSG and the consumingly-awesome Edward James Olmos?? Thanks, Kev!

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Solicited Dating (?????) Advice from LiLu & B

LiLu — Fri, 14 May 2010 13:49:53 +0000

For some inexplicable reason, there are those of you out there who would have me tell you what to do with your life.

I find this completely baffling, entirely awesome, and am ready and willing for the challenge.

Therefore, I give you what may be installment #1 of a Clusterfuck of Advice from LiLu & B.

Dear Lilu,

My dating life is… complicated. Add that to a habit of sabotaging myself and you’ll have a lovely string of wonderful, kind, and just not for me men in my wake.

However, there is a someone. We’ll call him by his call sign: Token. Now, I have known Token since high school when he was sweet, geeky, and too shy to ever ask a girl out. Four years at the Naval Academy followed by pilot training (hence the name Token), he is still sweet, geeky, but wildly outgoing. As a military brat I cannot help but be drawn to men in uniform and it turns out pilots often don’t wear anything under the jump suit. (Think about that the next time you watch Top Gun.)

We’ve been mutually interested in each other for nearly eight years, but the timing never really worked out. However, it seems the universe has finally decided to align and given us the chance to try this thing out in July.

There’s just one teeny problem.

He grunts.

You know, during the s. e. x… he grunts. Now, if it was at the end then I could totally not giggle but with every little push there’s a “UGH!” and then “HOUGH!” followed by another “UGH!” and this weird throat thing that sounds like growling which prompts giggling from my part of the process. Not exactly a moment made of sexy between the giggles and the grunts.

So, now that I’ve breached the information barrier: Advice? Any advice whatsoever?

Sincerely,
Little Fish

P.S. You have permission to post this email, especially if you give good advice.

BWA hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, I’m done now. Swear.

Sorry. Couldn't be helped.

*giggle*

Dear Little Fish,

My immediate response was, there’s no way. In my experience, men are super duper sensitive while boning. I mean, you call a guy by your ex’s name ONE TIME while you’re downtown in Bangtown, and suddenly he’s curled up in the fetile position, crying in the corner of the room.

That was an uncomfortable nine hour ride back from Jacksonville, FL.

Ahem.

BUT, I thought, maybe you could, sort of, you know… suggest alternative noises that turned you on. Lead him towards some dirty talk, maybe. As long as you keep him too busy to punctuate his dirtyisms with the grunts, maybe they would just sorta… fade away?

And then I turned to B, and read your quandry to him.

B: She should just tell him.

Me: What, like, straight out??

B: Yeah. Definitely.

Me: Won’t that be… awkward? And what if he can’t stop? Then it’s all he’ll be thinking about! It’ll ruin their sexy time!

B: No. It won’t matter at all. He’s a dude. The only thing he’ll be THINKING is “I’m getting laaaaaaaaid!”

So there you have it, amiga. I say try to wean him off of it if you can… but the man says just lay it all out there.

They are simple creatures, truly.

Thoroughly Entertained,

LiLu

Please y’all, feel free to give Little Fish your own 2 cents. Or, if you have a question of your own, shoot me an email and we’ll see if we can’t help you out.

And happy freaking FRIDAY!!!

I Know It’s Tuesday, But…

LiLu — Tue, 11 May 2010 14:10:28 +0000

Last weekend, I was home alone with the cats, and I sent B this picture…

His response?

“Cute… if I ignore the fact you took that while on the toilet.”

Uhhhhhhh…. quick, distract them!

Don’t forget to check out my round up on DC Blogs today!

The Shiz My Boyfriend Says, Vol. XXVII

LiLu — Wed, 05 May 2010 13:19:23 +0000

You all know this game by now. Time for another installment of “The Shiz My Boyfriend Says.” Woot!

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In bed, Axe Murderer is within grabbing distance…

B: Hey, grab me a cat!

I snatch her up and try to cat-wrangle her, but fail… and she jumps away, using my left boob as a platform.

Me: Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

B: That’s what you get for grabbing her.

Me: You told me to grab you a cat!!!!

B: Psssh. If I told you to jump off a bridge would you do it?

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On gchat…

Me: I don’t want to work out tonight. I’m periody.

B: I dont want to work out either… I’m sympathy-periody.

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While watching Dexter; the main character is having a hard time assisting a friend suffering from lung cancer with suicide…

Me: Would you kill me if I was suffering like that?

B: Totally.

Me: You WOULD?

B: Sure. {All tender and shit} You know, if you really wanted me to.

Moments later, the conversation turns to the notion that Murray and Axe Murderer will, in fact, pass on one day.

B: Stop! No! They’ll never leave us!!

Me: OH. So you can cavalierly discuss going all Kevorkian on me, but the mere mention of our cats dying someday is unthinkable?!

B: Pretty much.

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As we’re about to watch Vampire Diaries…

B: Ready for some VD?!

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Domestic bliss, my friends.

The Shiz My Boyfriend Says, Vol. XXVI

LiLu — Wed, 21 Apr 2010 13:03:22 +0000

You all know this game by now. Time for another installment of “The Shiz My Boyfriend Says.” Woot!

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While watching “Aladdin”…

Me: Is Jasmine hotter than me?

B: Well… she has a tiger! I’m sorry, baby… but yes, she is more desirable than you.

Me: Asshole!

B: Oh, come on. If you were dating a guy with a TIGER?!

Me: Okay, okay! Fair point.

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On gchat…

Me: how’s your day?

(time passes)

B: going good
hows yours?

Me: three hours later!

B: sorry love, i was playing soccer

Me: you don’t love me at all.

B: that’s it. i didn’t know how to break it to you other than being late to responding via gchat.

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While watching “Sixteen and Pregnant”…

Me: Oh!

B: What?

Me: She’s painting the baby’s toenails!! That kind of looks like fun. Like a doll! Maybe babies aren’t so bad after all.

B: Whoa, there. I will buy you a fucking doll. With HUMAN toenails. And change them out weekly, if that’s what it takes.

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On gchat, having some ridiculous fake argument.

B: yeah, try to hide
bam.

Me: the hell?

B: why dont you type “what”

Me: shorthand baby. it’s what all the cool kids do

B: you crazy kids and your V.
…see what i did there, i shorthanded the D.

Me: hahahahahaha

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My lovelies, I want to thank you from the tippy-toe bottom of my heart for all your comments yesterday. I always feel a bit weird when I get all… well… SERIOUS, around here, so your support really means the world to me. Thanks for letting me know I’m not alone.

/schmoop

That said, today is my Friday because I am OFF to the Keys to watch my very first bff tie the knot!

C U Next… (oh, awkward, but…) Tuesday!!!

TMI Thursday: The Grand Finale tear

LiLu — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 13:17:43 +0000

***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!

Steal this button and put it in your post just by copying and pasting the html code in the box below, or just link back to the hub with this link, so your readers can read ALLLLLLL the TMI glory, and I’ll make sure to link to you.***

Now get ready, my darlings, for the ever popular, yet gravely feared, TMI THURSDAYS…

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Ladies and gents, it is with great sadness (and a lot of little relief) that I give you the last Official TMI Thursday. It’s been a great ride, y’all. And I do intend to bring back the occasional TMIT Post Secret Style- those were just too good to let go of.

But henceforth, my crazy tales of embarrassment and horrifying mishaps will occur wherever, whenever they happen on this lil’ blog, and no longer be chained to the ox that is (every) Thursday.

It seems only fitting to combine our other favorite topic round these parts, The Shiz My Boyfriend Says, for the TMIT Grand Finale.

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While sitting on the couch…

B: So today, I realized the absolute worst thing you could do to a person.

Me: Do tell.

B: The worst thing you can do: poop in someone’s dryer… and then turn it on. It gets so hot! You could never clean that up. You’d have to throw your dryer away!

Me: Busy day at work, huh?

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Axe Murderer is sitting on the windowsill, cat-barking at the birds outside.

B: Get them! Get those evil birds!

She promptly jumps down and enters the litter box.

B: Oh. Well, she’s poopin’ right now. Get ‘em after you’re done poopin’, girl cat! You’ll be more agile after you lose weight!

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While sitting on the couch, B starts to get up…

Me: What do you need? I’ll get it for you, sweetheart.

B: I need some POOPING!! You gonna do that for me?!?

Me: Have at it, hoss.

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Talking to B while he’s in the bathroom…

B: I can’t hear you, baby! My peein’s too loud!

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A different kind of “TMI”…

While watching “Aladdin” this weekend, we *may* have broken out into song… together. And yes, it was “A Whole New World.” OBVY.

Me: I sang that song in chorus in high school. That’s why I know all the words…

B: I’m just a gay.

Me: Fair enough.

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Giddyup, y’all… and thanks for all the fantastic too-much-infomations. It’s been swell.

*tear*

Other awesomely bad TMIs this week…

Maxie’s TMI Thursday: Out with a Bang

cavy’s TMI Thursday: Overflowin’

That Kind of Girl’s TKOG Who frolics naked for all to see (TMI Thursday)

In It To Gym It’s TMI Thursday: *blush*

Carissa Jade’s The Final TMI Thursday: I Bait My Own Hook (In-ur-endo) (That’s what she said)

MJenks’ TMI Thursday: Snowball

E’s TMI Thursday ~ The Pink One

Lauren’s The Great Butt Debate-TMI Thursday

P’s TMI THURSDAY: WHY I SHOULD REMEMBER WHERE I AM AND ACT ACCORDINGLY . . .

Dani’s TMI Thursday: When you’ve not got a story of your own just borrow a dear friend’s…

OG’s A Crazy Beating – My first and last TMI Post

Cammy’s TMI Thursday: My Slut Phase

Adam L’s TMI Thursday: I Thought You Left!

T. The Destructor’s TMI Thursday–Why alcohol should never come in a two liter size

Ella Unread’s You know what they say…’A place’s heart is where its bathroom is at”

Kate’s TMI Thursday – The End of a (Gross) Era

miss*H’s TMI Thursday: The one with the dead people

BigSis’ TMIT: O Captain! My Captain!

Liebchen’s What I learned from TMIs (in a good way)

Eleni’s TMI Thursday: Indonesian Cuisine

Rachel’s TMI Thursday: Ladies do not fart

Mary’s TMIT: *Shudder*

Heather’s TMI Thursday: Golden Shower

shine’s TMI Thursday – But…I’m RIGHT HERE.

Liz in Life’s TMI Thursday: I lied

Kara’s TMI Thursday

Paprika’s TMI Thursday: Hot doctor, Blood, and Tush

Bev’s TMI Thursday: When my boobs were not sexy

Torn’s TMI Thursday (LiLu’s Last)—Spicing it up–My “Balls Out” TMI

ClevelandPoet’s TMI Thursday: The one that really burned her ass

Singlegrrrl’s Two for one: TMI and Thankful Thursday. You’re welcome.

Emil’s TMI Thursdays: The Poop, It Is Stealthy And Deadly Like Ninja

Lisa’s TMI Thursday – The Last of a Good Run

Insomniac Lolita’s TMI Thursday Finale : The Bet That Reeks

Kernut’s Sex in Carson City: My Trip to The Brothels

sherryrose’s TMIT: the first and the last

jessica o’s TMI Thursday & Something to Clean It Up

Cheddar’s TMI Thursday: I’m Going to Hell

Jeney Peney’s TMI Thursday – You think explaining a hickey is awkward?

Mikael’s TMIT- A Sneaky Leak

Andy’s TMI Thursday.

Tabitha’s Pepe lePew: the final (official) edition of TMI Thursday

amber murphy’s tmi thursday: in which we share the love

Wendy’s TMI Thursday: Going With Out a Bang

citygirlblog’s Dirty Talk – Pet Peeves

Wonderful’s TMI Thursday: Blame it on the dog

Courtney’s TMI Thursday: The Funeral Addition

Zan’s The Final Frontier…of TMI Thursday *tear*

The Shiz My Boyfriend Says, Vol. XXV

LiLu — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 13:13:51 +0000

You all know this game by now. Time for another installment of “The Shiz My Boyfriend Says.” Woot!

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In bed, contemplating the next round of our workout program…

B: Maybe you can do a real pull up tomorrow!

Me: {skeptical glance}

B: C’mon, it’ll be useful- you know, if you’re ever in a big hole! Or a well. A well with a bar in it. … {ponders introspectively…} It would suck to die in a well.

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On the couch…

Me: You’re breathing loudly over there. Are you mouth breathing?? You know what they say about mouth breathers.

B: That they breathe better because mouths are bigger than noses? Is that what they say?!

***Ed. note: B is NOT a mouth breather. This was a fluke, hence why I commented on it. Gross.***

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Watching the furbabies fight, and for once, Murray is winning…

Me: Axe Murderer’s getting fat, man.

B: {all defensive and shit} She’s not fat! She’s just pleasantly plump.

Me: *skeptical side-eye glance*

B: Well, she’s not pleasant… so that kind of rules that out, huh? I guess she’s just plump.

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After brunch with the girls, I arrive home on Sunday to find B lounging on the couch… with a towel rolled up behind his neck.

Me: Um. Why do you have a towel rolled behind your head?

B: So I don’t have to hold my head up to watch TV! DUH!

Me: ……………………………

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I guess we really do need one of those ridiculous neck contraptions from SkyMall.

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In It… To GYM It.

LiLu — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 13:42:33 +0000

Okay, so.

A lot of you probably already know about this, but I wanted to wait to announce it here until it’d taken off a bit… and it sure as shit has.

If you’ll remember, earlier this month B and I embarked on a new and quite X-treme!!! fitness journey, which is going very well. Many of you asked me to keep you updated on our progress… but I’ve decided to do you one better.

One way, WAY better.

Last Tuesday when I was pounding away on the treadmill, it came to me. Like Smee in Hook, “lightning… had just struck my brain.”

BAM. Within minutes, I was the proud new owner of InItToGymIt.com.

I moved forward quickly- I knew exactly what I wanted this place to be. A little web design, 80+ contributors, and more than 30 posts (from as many people!) later… In It To Gym It was born.

Our ‘About‘ page:

We’re all In It for different reasons.

We have different things we need to share, different goals, different pant sizes.

This is a place to vent, to despair, to support, to be unbelievably corny.

This is a place to do whatever we have to in order to hold ourselves accountable, be it record calories, exercise, feelings, insults, ambitions, poundage, or ugly cries.

This is not a competition. This place is simply meant to help each other facilitate those goals, whatever they may be. To create a community of support and motivation, no matter how silly or trivial a complaint or worry or bitchfest may seem.

(And, um, to add a little thing called accountability in the mix? Don’t hurt a thing.)

60+ contributors and growing, posting whenever, whatever, they need to.

The only rule is play nice.

The name of the game is get in shape, girls and boys…

Therefore, we are:

IN IT TO GYM IT.

As DC Blogs* called it last night…

And it’s all ours.

Thank you so much to everyone who helped with it’s creation, who jumped on board, who reads, who comments, who supports and helps motivate. That really is the name of the game, after all.

Sidebar: Want the IITGI button for your sidebar? Here’s the code:

Twitter, Facebook, 20sb, and our Google Group. Okay, swear I’m done!

So from now on, any fitness-related notions or updates of mine will be over there. If that’s your bag, check it out! The bigger the community the better, right?

If not, rest assured that THIS place, the LiLu you’ve come to know and (hopefully) love, won’t be changing a smidge. It will be cat antics, self-deprecation, the shiz B says, and other ridiculous business as usual.

So wherever I see you around, whether it’s here, there, or everywhere, thanks for being there. You fill my heart with butterflies, rainbows, and cats wearing silly outfits.

*Speaking of DC Blogs, I am honored to announce that I will be taking over the Tuesday round-up as a regular gig from now on. So make sure to always post your best stuff on Mondays!

Wait, what?

I Would Like My Headstone to Say “Killed (Indirectly) By One Stringer Bell,” Please

LiLu — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 12:36:55 +0000

Last evening, B and I had our nightly battle in which he attempts to convince me to scratch his NAKED back, and I wail and protest and squirm and add multiple syllables to words in true five-year-old whining fashion. I will not go gentle into that good night!

Now, I’ve talked about this before- twice- I just cannot STAND the idea of all those dead, flaky skin cells cropping up underneath my fingernails. It makes me own skin, well, crawl. (Ew.)

When first confronted with my dead skin phobia,* he maintained it was worth my suffering because then if he ever murdered me, I’d be fortunate enough to have his DNA under my nails to prove it was him. Which doesn’t really work out because then I’m A) dead, and B) he is a tricky bastard and we’ve watched all five seasons of The Wire, so I’m pretty sure homeboy knows how to get rid of a dead body by now. You just don’t watch Stringer Bell operate without picking up a thing or two.

Mmmmmmmmmmm.

Anyhoo, this was his new and improved argument last night:

B: {rips off shirt} Baby, will you *please* scratch my back??

Me: Gross!! You know I hate that!

B: {puppy dog eyes}

Me: Fine. Put your shirt back on and I will.

B: {heavy sigh} Then I can’t FEEL anything! Come on, think about it. That’s like asking someone to put pants on before they bone you!!!

Me: ………………………

Too-shay, my dear. Too-shay.

He may have won last night. But he can’t come up with these forever.

Can he?

*cringe*

*This is no way applies to peeling off sunburned skin flakes. That, of course, is pure awesome.**

**I NEVER CLAIMED I MADE SENSE. Shuttup.

The Shiz My Boyfriend Says, Volume XXIV

LiLu — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 14:34:29 +0000

You all know this game by now. Time for another installment of “The Shiz My Boyfriend Says.” Woot!

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Watching the cats, which are about a year old now (!).

B: Are they going to get bigger?

Me: Maybe a little bit, but no, this is pretty much it.

B: Goddamm it! I wanted giant cats!

Me: The hell? You said you were sad when they got bigger!

B: I either wanted tiny cats or HUGE cats! Not medium sized!

Me: ……….

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While watching “Fringe“…

B: Wouldn’t it suck if your son died and you stole a new one from another dimension and then HE died?

Me: Well, couldn’t you just get another from another dimension?

B: It’s not that easy!

Me: You don’t know that.

B: I’ve done it twice already.

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Sitting on the couch…

B: I’m gonna go get my poop on. Oh wait… we’re out of toilet paper. Never mind.

Me: You’re not going to poop because there’s no TP? We have paper towels.

B: Nah…. I went earlier today. Not worth it. It’s not a diarrhea or anything.

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B looks up from the Medieval-ish book he’s reading, A Game of Thrones.

B: I want a Direwolf!

Me: Qué?

B: It’s a wolf as big as a horse.

Me: But what about the kitties?

B: Well it wouldn’t eat US or the kitties… only other people! [Dumbfounded] You don’t want this?!

Me: Baby, we didn’t get a DOG because we don’t have room.

B: Well, YEAH, but what if size didn’t matter? What if we had a farm??

Me: Well… can I ride it?

B: Of COURSE you can fucking ride it! Don’t be an ijit! I mean, look at Murray. He’s cute and all, but he’s so SMALL. And how many throats has he ripped out? NONE!!

Me: ……….

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Happy weekend, y’all!

B Tells You What To Do With Your Life, Part III

LiLu — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 14:01:15 +0000

Hey kids, it’s time for a third round of responses to B’s new advice column!

(Past editions here, or for more B, check out “The Shiz My Boyfriend Says” here.)

Things to know:

I have in no way read his responses. Like at all. I lit-rally just copied and pasted here. So, uh… yeah. This should be interesting.
I’m scared. (See above.)

And away we go!

Spleeness: If someone’s new date takes them to a surprise concert, should their musical taste be considered, thus ruining the surprise? Another question: how would guys celebrate Valentine’s day if they could do it anyway they wanted? Would it still involve chocolate?

I think a surprise concert date is a pretty cool idea. So 10 points to him! However, if the actual concert blows and his musical tastes are awful that’s a quick minus 9 points. Clearly a net gain. However he could have enjoyed the same benefits if he bought you a nice bottle of wine/movie and not disclosed his love of American Idol’s Fantasia. If a guy could celebrate Valentine’s day any way they wanted they would not celebrate it at all. Fact. And that non-descript day would probably involve beer rather than chocolate.

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Amanda: If a guy is telling a girl that he loves her, misses her, wants to be with her, but the guy is dating another girl, what IS his deal? Is he worth waiting around for?

I am afraid the obvious answer here is NO! If he loves this girl, misses her, and wants to be with her he WOULD be with her. That said, I clearly know nothing about your specific situation. Perhaps there are mitigating factors that suggest you should be a little patient. But I doubt it.

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Nikki: if a girl was going to propose to her boyfriend, what kind of proposal would knock his socks off?

I wonder what the protocol of a woman to man proposal is? For instance, should she call up his mom and ask permission? I don’t know (probably not). From what I can tell, the driving force behind a big over-the-top proposals is so that woman can recite to everyone she knows what an amazing spectacle it was thus proving that she has the greatest fiancé in the world (I write fiancé because, without exception, she will say that word no less than 7.6 times a sentence). Can you imagine a guy doing the same thing:

SCENE:

IN: PETE’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Six guys sitting in PETE’S living room drinking beers around a folding table playing poker.

PETE: So, as I was saying, as the sun set across the ocean, we road our horses along the beach. Bob, you can just picture my face when, off to the right, I notice a white linen tent pitched ahead of us – and no one around for miles.

Bob lets out a squeal as he lunges to hug Pete, spilling his beer in the process.

BOB: Ohmygod! Oh. My. God. I knew she was going to pop the question during your trip to Bermuda! Tell him Raphael, I called it didn’t I!

PETE: Well, I’m glad at least one of us was surprised! As we got closer, she helped me off my horse and pointed for me to look up across the ocean. What do I see? A plane– trailing the message: “Pete, I love you! Will you marry me – Sara.”

All the men in the room clap and high five one another. Rob shotguns a beer in celebration.

PETE: When I turned back around there she was–down on one knee–with the most gorgeous wedding band you’ve ever seen!

END SCENE

My point is, I imagine what would really “knock his socks off” is something that is truly from the heart. Tell him why you want to marry him (he’s wonderful presumably) and why spend the rest of your life with him (fill in the blank).

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Sherryrose: Should the sex be had on a first date to find out if the whole mess is worth a second date? or should the third date rule be followed? seems like it would be a shame to get to the third date, tag it, and find out you were wasting your time on the other two dates… (either way…if it’s good you should have been having more of the sex, if it’s bad, you should have been long gone).

I am a very very firm believer that most dating “rules” are utterly stupid. Use some common sense of course—don’t call the person 6 times the day after meeting—but waiting 73.5 hours is just as dumb. That said, there is an unfortunate double standard when it comes to men banging on the first night and women banging on the first night. I guess it depends on your read of the guy: If you like him enough (or think he’s hot enough) to bang – have at it regardless of the number of dates. If the sex is awful or he’s judgmental then at least you won’t waste any more time. But always remember – wrap it up.

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That Kind of Girl: If you’re at a bar with a jukebox and only one dollar, what song is the most likely to start a spontaneous singalong?

It will vary by bar and regionally. Boston (and anywhere there are asshole Red Sox bandwagoners: Sweet Caroline—Neil Diamond. Texas (and at line dancing bars: Save A Horse, Ride a Cowboy—Big and Rich. Gay Bars: Tiny Dancer – Elton John. There are a only few songs that will work regardless of location: anything by Michael Jackson, and the Ghostbuster’s Theme Song. Who you gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS!

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Kelly: So B… I was wondering what the protocol for staying in touch with an ex that already has a new g/f. Do guys want to keep in touch with there exes? is friendship really attainable post-break-up? I get that his new g/f would not be a fan of our friendship, but is there a way to make this transition easier?

My advice is not to keep in touch. At all. Especially if this was a recent breakup.

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MsDarkstar: Dear B, who in your household takes care of kitty waste related chores? In my household it’s me & I just want to know if it’s a dude thing to not change/scoop kitty boxes. And, you’re a dude, so I am getting your opinion. Thanks!

LiLu: For some reason, my darling dear missed this question, but I will tell you here and now that while it was SUPPOSED to be 100% my duty, as part of the contract for letting me even get the cats he was allergic to… he now will absolutely help out in that department. A good egg, I tell ya… a good egg.

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You wanted more B, you’ve got him, my friends! Ask your questions here for Round 4 of Life Advice from B.

Five Hundred Fucking Posts?? Well Hot Damn, Let’s Have a Roast!!!

LiLu — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 14:24:24 +0000

Last week, I glanced at my wordpress dashboard and something caught my eye.

Posts: 493

Wait. What? That must be counting, like, 100 drafts, right??

Nope. It is true, my friends. Today marks the day I have poisoned the interwebs with my drivel Five. Hundred. Times.

After I got over the initial shock, it dawned on me that something clearly must to be done in order to celebrate this ridiculous and entirely self-asborbed milestone.

A BLOG ROAST!!!!!!!!!!

After all, I spend so much time on here making fun of MYSELF… let’s give you all a chance for once, eh?

So a few of my closest friends and bloggy cohorts have given us these Roasty Tidbits so we can have a big old laugh at all things LiLu.

Thank you so much, each and every one of you who wrote something below, all of you who comment around these parts, every last one of you who reads. This place has become one of my favorites in the world, and it’s truly all because of YOU.

Here’s to another (God help us) 500…

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Roast! Roast! Roast!

Let’s All Make Fun of LiLu!

(If only we had Christopher Walken to MC.)

Let’s kick it off…

brad:

“Things I know you know I know you know (aka FACTS):

I don’t like cats, but I’m cool with Axe Murderer and Murray. So, obviously, they’re not actually cats. And I’d appreciate it if you and B stopped with the lies and just admitted that you found a pair of growth-stunted dogs that are fluent in purring.

Don’t worry: you will never be a cat lady. But if I’m reading the Washington Post 10 years from now and see that you and B are basically the Angelina and Brad of growth-stunted-dogs-pawned-off-as-cats, traveling country to country, adopting animals with identity crises, let’s just say I won’t be surprised.

You dance like Forrest Gump with the leg braces on.

I don’t like food that has been seasoned with poop. But even though I ate at the housewarming when you fought the beast and were elbow deep in your toilet’s exit hole before you made the food, I never once thought about not going back. So either I’m a broken, broken man, or you are worth risking some surprise fiber in the chili.

Congratulations.”

Lexa:

“Lilu once made me go see Year One…where they eat feces. That is all.”

cavy:

“From bathroom humor, crazy boy stories, and a love of both alcohol and karaoke (preferably in combination with each other), I can honestly say that you are one of the most unique people I’ve ever encountered. And by unique, I mean very similar to me.

In honor of your 500th, I’m placing this fantasy in your hands. Use it well.”

Lizzy:

“In our year of friendship, Lilu has given me a lot. A vibrator. A virtual, and then real, shoulder to cry on. A badass new website. Hours of inappropriate laughter. So, I love her…but I’m going to have to expose her. You guys think she’s all funny funny cat lady with the cute boyfriend, but before that? Lilu was a FASHION blogger. (The crowd shudders) Yes, people. Go back to the archives. I dare you. Almost every post ended with some shoe porn. So I’m here to say, bring back the mother effing shoes, hooker.”

Moog:

“LiLu and B – so in love you always want to tell them to “GET A ROOM.” Then you realize that they actually DO have a room but it’s full of stupid fucking cats.

LiLu is like the blogger I aspire to be: funny, friendly, and has a vagina. I love vaginas. SO jealous. But then, if I had one, I wouldn’t have time to blog. You know, with all the masturbating and sticking vegetables in it and stuff.

LiLu has been like the sister I never had. I guess that makes B the brother I never had. Which makes me picturing them having sex like some weird Kentucky home movie. Especially with me in the middle. FYI, B is packing and doesn’t like to lube up when he goes backdoor. I wish I never had a brother.”

lacochran:

“Congratulations to the only chick I know who works to make you feel comfortable while she shares details about blow jobs. Shine on you crazy diamond. Love ya!”

Marie:

“She loves hard – especially her man – and lives life to the fullest – especially in bed.

You give her specific instructions for how to make and drink a certain type of extremely strong alcohol. But since she’s already had too much firefly, she’s downed the entire beverage in mid-explanation.

LiLu, my dear, you are a wonderful and unique individual. Let’s keep it that way shall we?”

Maxie:

“Thank god the 20sb Award LiLu won for “blogger I’d most like to get a drink with” was phrased in the singular form. The girl can’t stay up past 10:00 to save her life, let alone to have 2.”

Narm:

“LiLu is to blogging what beastiality is to internet porn. She is funny and shocking but I also have to delete my history before Mom finds out.

500 posts – and at least four of them didn’t have a TWSS joke! It’s like they just come naturally (TWSS).

Thanks to the “TMI Thursday” series it is quicker to just ask bloggers where they HAVEN’T shit themselves. It has turned the internet into one big menstruation play-by-play. Are you there, God, it’s me, THE ENTIRE FUCKING INTERNET.

Congrats on 500 posts!”

Shoebox Dweller:

“Once upon a time, a broken hearted woman wrote a message, slipped it into a bottle, and set it gently upon the water. Giving voice to her grief made her feel better, and so she continued writing, setting the words free.

Day after day, she watched the bottles drift away, destination unknown.

One day, she woke up and was amazed to find a bottle washed up on shore. She nervously unrolled the message, and read the words:

“I hear you. You are stronger and braver than you know, and I hear you.”

Words can make us laugh, sometimes so hard that we think we will burst. Words can make us cry, for our own sorrows and those of others we have never met.

Words bring people together who would otherwise never meet, for reasons of geography or age or any other divisive reason.

It’s been an honour to be a part of your life, your home, and most of all, to be part of the incredible community that you have created. Your creativity and humour brings people together, and that is a rare gift indeed.”

Jenn:

“When I first met LiLu at #pbtuna back in October, I was all nervous and intimidated and scared and “what if she hates me?!” I mean, come on people. The girl writes about poop at least once a week. What if I was too white bread because I kept my bowel movements to myself? Can you really blame someone for that sort of discretion?

Well kids, I’m going to let you in on a little top secret state secret. That girl who writes about farts and named her cat Axe Murderer? SHE’S A TOTAL SOFTIE.

That’s right. Total softie. Have you read her archives from when she first met B? (*cough* I’m a stalker *cough*). She’s quite lovable, this one.

Unless you’re a freak in a bar who won’t stop talking to her or her friends, in which case you should brace yourself because all that shit she keeps talking about? It’s coming straight for your face.”

Alexa:

“four words: penis shaped ice luge. i love you girl, and congrats on making it to 500! being the blog rockstar that you are, you’ll be hitting 1,000 before we know it. xoxo”

That Kind of Girl:

“One of the most incredible things about Lilu is how hard she works to make sure she individually welcomes every single person to the internet. Girlfriend’s such a comment whore she has to wear latex gloves when she types. Who among us hasn’t wondered how she has the friggin’ time to be a patron saint of and treasured friend to bloggers everywhere?

Pro tip: she saves time by forcing B to generate half of her posts. Can’t you just see him, locked in the bathroom, one cat duct-taped to each arm while Lilu force feeds him tequila and laxatives. “Come on, baby, next Thursday’s post won’t write itself. Give me two more cat jokes and one poop story, then we can negotiate your couch privileges…”

Completely worth it, Lilu (and hang in there, B — keep saying shiz, lest she feed you to Axie!). We love your blog, dude, and we love you.”

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***This idea inspired by my dear friend Katherine’s genius post a year ago- thanks for letting my blatantly steal it. XOXO***

The Shiz My Boyfriend Says, Volume XXIII

LiLu — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 15:24:55 +0000

You all know this game by now. Time for another installment of “The Shiz My Boyfriend Says.” Woot!

(Oh, and bee tee dubs, I’ve had about a zillion requests for another round of Life Advice from B… so go ahead and ask your questions today! I’ll post his answers on Tuesday, if I can get him to do it by then. Tell him how handsome he is or something for encouragement.)

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While watching an ITT Tech commercial, the happy couple’s children are bouncing away on a trampoline behind them…

Commercial: “We didn’t know WHAT we were going to do when John got laid off…”

B: And now we’re trampoline rich, bitch!!!

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B is a lover of all things chicken wing. Last week we ordered some and they happened to come with the buffalo sauce on the side. As I watched him slowly, tenderly, smother each wing in two different kinds of hot sauce, I couldn’t help myself…

Me: So… you gonna make love to it or what?

B: It used to be a GIRL chicken! Heyo!!!

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As our kitchen is roughly the size of Harry Potter’s cupboard under the stairs, it is rather hard to prepare anything without the cats being ALL up in our biznass…

Me: Axe Murderer! Goddamnit! I will slap your face off your FACE if you don’t get out of here!

B: Baby, it’s raw hamburger! What if someone was holding raw internet in front of you?! You’d be interested too!

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While waiting for the elevator in our building…

B: You know what I hate? I hate when you’re already waiting for an elevator, and someone comes up behind you and pushes the already-lit button AGAIN. Because basically, what you’re saying is you think I’m too dumb to push the button. Like I’m actually stupid enough to think my scent is going to call the elevator to me. So pretty much, that means I should punch you in the face. Bam!

Me: …………..

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Ahhh, men.

Don’t forget to meet us out for Happy Hour tonight! 6pm at the Vapiano’s at 18th and M. I’ll be wearing my Love Harder shirt – FTW!

TMI Thursday: T.C.O.B.

LiLu — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 14:09:40 +0000

Now get ready, my darlings, for the ever popular, yet gravely feared, TMI THURSDAYS…

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This is a short-but-sweet, my friends.

Well, maybe “sweet” isn’t the right word…

Short-but-PUNGENT, perhaps?

You’ll see.

Yesterday morning, I made a pot of coffee before B got up, so that he could wake up to fresh coffee. There are few things that excite the man as much, and I really should do it more often, if only to hear his squeals of joy.

An hour later or so, he looked over at me tenderly, and said this:

B: “Baby?

Me: “Yes, dear?”

B: “I need to go T.C.O.B.“

Me: “Uhhh. Okay… thanks for the status update? We have Google Buzz for that now, though.”*

B: “Well, I was just wondering if you needed to pee first.”

Me: “Awwwwww. No, I’m good. You go right ahead. But thanks.”

Now that is what I call true love and consideration for one’s partner.

(This story brought to you by Two People, One Bathroom Productions.)

*I didn’t really say that. But it would have been a GREAT one, no?

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Other awesomely bad TMIs this week…

Classy in Philadelphia’s TMI Thursday- The Time I Accidentally Made Out With A Freshman

That Kind of Girl’s TKOG Who spills the bloody details

PQ’s TMIT: Frosbitten Indecent Exposure

The Sassy Seminarian’s TMI Thursday: Dining Hall Dash

Jenny DB’s TMI Th: anything but anal

P’s TMI THURSDAY: GONE TO THE DOGS/HORSES/SHEEP/GOATS/INSERT OTHER ANIMAL HERE . . . NOT LITERALLY!!!

BigSis’ TMI Thursday: Feeling Crafty?