I hate the prickly spikes of pain shaving results in. That alone is incentive to be a hairy beast for the greater portion of the year. But no, I had to shave for the sake of the laser removal session. Then there is the abundance of crotch sweat uninhibited by hair and therefore creating damp odorous moments I could do without. No one should have to pat dry their bikini line unless they are drying off after water immersion.
I was reminded why I don't drink coffee today. The cool weather has inspired in me an urge to drink warm beverages so when Sandra and I went for breakfast this morning I chose a latte to go with my blueberry danish. The first taste made me twitch for some sugar but the next second I repelled that thought with the logic that this is how coffee is suppose to taste. Coffee is not that sugarfied crap from Starbucks but it took me a beat to remember that. Once I gave it a shot I realized it was the perfect pairing of sweet from the pastry and bitter from the coffee.
Then there was baseball. I was so psyched to beat the Tigers, been wishing for it to have happened two games ago, but when it came down to it I felt bad for them. I was wishing for a win - not a slaughter. They really fell apart in a way that had me second hand embarrassing all over the place. I like their Cabrera guy though. He was pretty solid throughout the series. So it will be either Milwaukee or St. Louis, two teams I have no knowledge of. I expressed to my father that I really wanted us to win and he had to be a total ass and say I was bandwagoning. I had to remind him of the years of watching games with him, sitting in silence as was the only way to bond with the man during baseball season. Over the years I was able to slowly eek out the rules of the game and it has always been only one team, the team he raised me with.
I was reminded why I don't drink coffee today. The cool weather has inspired in me an urge to drink warm beverages so when Sandra and I went for breakfast this morning I chose a latte to go with my blueberry danish. The first taste made me twitch for some sugar but the next second I repelled that thought with the logic that this is how coffee is suppose to taste. Coffee is not that sugarfied crap from Starbucks but it took me a beat to remember that. Once I gave it a shot I realized it was the perfect pairing of sweet from the pastry and bitter from the coffee.
Then there was baseball. I was so psyched to beat the Tigers, been wishing for it to have happened two games ago, but when it came down to it I felt bad for them. I was wishing for a win - not a slaughter. They really fell apart in a way that had me second hand embarrassing all over the place. I like their Cabrera guy though. He was pretty solid throughout the series. So it will be either Milwaukee or St. Louis, two teams I have no knowledge of. I expressed to my father that I really wanted us to win and he had to be a total ass and say I was bandwagoning. I had to remind him of the years of watching games with him, sitting in silence as was the only way to bond with the man during baseball season. Over the years I was able to slowly eek out the rules of the game and it has always been only one team, the team he raised me with.
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