Well guys it seems to be a bit quiet on the board so I thought even after I posted this on another thread:
Not being overly verbose and having little interest in trying to get a letter published in Penthouse Forum (Is that still around now that this interweb thing has finally started to become popular?) all I want to say is that after having a wonderful time with my ATF Miss Maryn (once I win the lottery we are moving to an island where I will have her all to myself, (I sure hope she's okay with that ) ) I said my goodbyes "Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow." and headed out the back door since they were nice enough to provide walker parking there . I shuffled my way to my car put the walker in the back seat and slowly got into my car. Started the car and started to drive away (contrary to popular belief my right signal does not continue flashing as I drive I'm not that old, though I wear a spiffy
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As I approach the driveway I do a quick check, cell phone? yup. Nitro pills? yup. Wallet? yup. Keys? (dumb ass you are driving your car!). Watch? oh crap my watch (which I usually put in my pocket as I disrobe) was not in my pocket! CRAP!!! I stop, put car in reverse. Slowly turn my head around (hey at my age it's not a simple thing!) and back up all the way to my parking spot (no dents in the garbage bins!!!).
I manage to make it from my car to the back door without my walker (it was divine intervention I tell you, this hasn't happened in YEARS!!!). I open the door, ring the bell. Wait 5 seconds, ring the bell (Hey I'm starting to sound like I have the patience of Fuzzy) again and the door is open. I say I left my watch in the room! I make a bee line for the room and Miss Maryn comes in to complete the cleaning of the room. ( I tell you I couldn't tell that it needed much, because as always it is spotless) I'm in a panic! My watch did you see it??? She did not. we check the couch in the wonderful Tropical Room. Nyet! Check under the table (why? not a clue there is no way it would be there) Nope. We pull back the couch from the wall (okay so I make note that once I get back to my room in the old folks room that I need to check my couch to see if it is that clean), CRAP nothing!!!
WTF?????
Damn where is it????????
Hmmm whats on my left arm?
OMG I put it on before I left!!!
I sheepishly apologize and head out the door. To my defense I was still under the spell of Miss Maryn the enchantress.
Honest I have been taking my MemoryFX and my ginkgo biloba (how else would I remember my combination lock? (ok I write it on my arm just in case). I must blame Miss Maryn for my temporary amnesia.
I thought I'd add something to the board although I've already reviewed this beautiful lady before. It was a number of weeks ago, how many I forgot because hey I'm lucky to remember the combination of the lock on my walker! Next young whipper snapper that plays with the flag on my walker is up for a world of hurt I tell you!!!
Not being overly verbose and having little interest in trying to get a letter published in Penthouse Forum (Is that still around now that this interweb thing has finally started to become popular?
) all I want to say is that after having a wonderful time with my ATF Miss Maryn (once I win the lottery we are moving to an island where I will have her all to myself, (I sure hope she's okay with that ) ) I said my goodbyes "Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow." and headed out the back door since they were nice enough to provide walker parking there . I shuffled my way to my car put the walker in the back seat and slowly got into my car. Started the car and started to drive away (contrary to popular belief my right signal does not continue flashing as I drive I'm not that old, though I wear a spiffy
As I approach the driveway I do a quick check, cell phone? yup. Nitro pills? yup. Wallet? yup. Keys? (dumb ass you are driving your car!). Watch? oh crap my watch (which I usually put in my pocket as I disrobe) was not in my pocket! CRAP!!! I stop, put car in reverse. Slowly turn my head around (hey at my age it's not a simple thing!) and back up all the way to my parking spot (no dents in the garbage bins!!!).
I manage to make it from my car to the back door without my walker (it was divine intervention I tell you, this hasn't happened in YEARS!!!). I open the door, ring the bell. Wait 5 seconds, ring the bell (Hey I'm starting to sound like I have the patience of Fuzzy) again and the door is open. I say I left my watch in the room! I make a bee line for the room and Miss Maryn comes in to complete the cleaning of the room. ( I tell you I couldn't tell that it needed much, because as always it is spotless) I'm in a panic! My watch did you see it??? She did not. we check the couch in the wonderful Tropical Room. Nyet! Check under the table (why? not a clue there is no way it would be there) Nope. We pull back the couch from the wall (okay so I make note that once I get back to my room in the old folks room that I need to check my couch to see if it is that clean), CRAP nothing!!!
WTF?????
Damn where is it????????
Hmmm whats on my left arm?
OMG I put it on before I left!!!
I sheepishly apologize and head out the door. To my defense I was still under the spell of Miss Maryn the enchantress.
Honest I have been taking my MemoryFX and my ginkgo biloba (how else would I remember my combination lock? (ok I write it on my arm just in case). I must blame Miss Maryn for my temporary amnesia.
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