A Penny For Your Thoughts, Oh No, I'll Sell Them For A Dollar

Director of Operations of Blog

My friend and fellow blogger, we have had many operations together, how was it put, we are like secret agents with missions, no definable skills and not enough care, but still we create our operations.  I like how these operations are going.  I have often been known, in my less lazy and ambitious days, to rush headlong into romantic situations, seeking and demanding answers.  Like Tommy, I would take my pretty little pet and push my finger right through it, seeking what on the other side?  A roll without a hole in it? Yea, see how well that worked for Tommy.  I would find time and again that answers often come organically, with time and patience and of course the right amount of feminine wiles at the right time.

Operation Hot MotherF was brilliant.  Operation Graham Cracker cracks me up everytime I say it.  And Operation Pussy is the best operation name for blog.  Each of us have our reasons for waiting to see what happens, for setting up schedules and deadlines because something that matters more in life is seeking what you want.  When you find something you want, you bait it and light internet stalk it and wait for the right moment to chase him til he catches you (so many hh convos referenced there).  We realize of course that we may be on someone else's radar and leave the room open for new possibilities.  Until then we will plan our missions, drink champagne and play with kitties. :)

At least we'll shower more.

Cannot Stop Playing with My Kitty

Anyone else unable to work because of that mesmerizing black cat to the right of this blog that follows the mouse? When she puts up that adorable paw, I want to sigh.

Smitten with Kitten

For my fellow blogger, who has not yet heard the universe's siren's call to Lady of Leisure....

Pillow

Yeah.
Exactly.

Ohh jiggly...

All of you know I can be fairly ridiculous sometimes, but funny, and that’s all that matters :)

So I’m at the copier on Tuesday about 10:30. I’m wearing a clingy skirt, not hooker clingy, but it makes my butt look good. New attorney walks past and says “hi LovelyLifeToo, how are you?” I’m so taken aback that one of the attorneys, any of them, know my name, I mutter something and see him looking at my butt. So I prance into my coworkers office and say “New attorney totally checked my butt, I look good” mostly as a joke but I was prancing. Then one of them says “could it be because you have cat hair all over your butt?” yep one of my cats had slept on my skirt and I didn’t check before I left the house and it was already like 11 am in the morning at this point. So both of them pull out tape and starting trying to pull the cat hair off, as New Attorney walks past again and one of them is saying “ohhh, jiggly.”

That teaches me.