Well, it’s 11:52 and I am having my lunch. A bunch of folks just went out to Flores restaurant but I decided that I would be anti-social and eat at my desk. I like my desk. It’s comfortable and has a lava lite on it. I just finished my cheese sandwich on this really great sourdough rye bread I got at HEB on Parmer Lane (cool place) and have decided that I am addicted to this blogger thing. I mean, I think I would die if I had to pickup a telephone and actually TALK to another humanoid, but blogging is ok. I guess this is my “inner computer geek” coming out and rearing it’s ugly head. But, alas, this does not explain the midget on a tricycle (does anything explain that? Hmmm.) I still wonder too how they get the rye seeds to stick to the sourdough bread, but that’s a topic for another blog.
In other news, THEY went out to lunch again today. SHE is always complaing that she doesn’t have any money. SHE tries to act dumb around him, figuring HE would be attracted to the “dumb blonde with big boobs” ploy. Guess it works. It works for most men and, since I am neither blonde or “mammorically enhanced” (is that a good word for “implants” or what?? Sometimes I even scare myself) I will stick to my new “I’m a lesbian go away” theme for the week. Hey, except for the fact that I may stir up some unwanted lesbian friends (who are usually stirred-up anyway) this plan is flawless. I think I shall become a lesbian permanently (and just not tell anybody I’m not actually having sex with other women.) I mean, who would know, except for maybe my dog Charlie, and he doesn’t care. In fact, if I could, I would turn him into a humanoid and marry him. He’s perfect in every way (except for the fact that he takes up more than half the bed and he farts a lot in mixed company).
Hmmm. I wonder how much implants cost.
Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in “Carol’s Little World” signing off.