|The big download is going to wait...
||[Aug. 21st, 2006|04:47 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
But I had to say this for now. During any other time my circle of friends is a delightful jumble of people and I don't pick favorites. But for the last two weeks I've had a pretty easily defined list. At least at the top, my favorites. I thought you might like to see the people who made my life worth living. The people who made every day just that little bit better. Without them it would have been a miserable disaster. And that is putting it mildly. I just love them so much and I miss them terribly. Life will go on without them, that's for certain. But oh, it'll be just a little less colorful.|
Twice a day! They come twice a day during the second week. It's enough to make you weep with joy. Especially when the Quebecois across the road have been drinking heavily and having Thai food and baked beans for dinner.
twice a day! that -is- beautiful! i am a folk festival attendee, so i know of what i speak :)
Once a day until THursday of the first week and then twice a day after that. Once at 7:30 in the morning and then again in the afternoon. I just.. I'd hug them if they weren't all covered in that blue gunk.
*bedecks them with roses omg*
Twice a day omg! When you go for your early morning wee and there they are being all productive it's enough to make you glad that you wore the little short bathrobe and the sexy flipflops instead of the frumpy ones.
sexy flipflops are more conducive to the pee-pee dance, too, I'm thinking. :D
Port-a-Pots make silly noises when you hit them and it's dark and Mellys are in them. Silly Melly.
These are special times. *frames them*
Saturday morning, I had a *fresh* porta pottie. It was so fresh, my tush felt all minty. How lovely.
Also though lovely is the flushing of the pottie at home.
God Bless the Blue Water Navy.
Back in the day, when they only came once, we'd give our guy a beer every morning and he'd bring back the empty the next day....
There's something so fine about a clean sweatbox.
(Although you missed the big O trying to claw his way into the *back* of a 'pot when he'd had a bit much tipple!)