Alas, that's solely because I haven't had the opportunity to examine any of your body parts -- er, poems, body-part poems. I'm off to Amazon.ca to see if I can't rectify that sinful omission.
Nah, Hedgie, you're no richer than yours truly; and, I can rarely afford to buy a book (which is one reason I review 'em; and, I confess, have been known to grovel to so do). There are some poems online around Cyberia with body parts if you're really serious about including my various parts (which you can view, too, if you make the trip north you're planning in a couple years, IIRC. Selectively, of course, unless you're irresistible and I need to get an eyeful, too. OMG, I'm worse than shameless, now that I'm divorced!)
If you email me, send me your addie because I have to do a mailing next Monday (my mailing didn't happen this week because the roofers who are squeezing my job between jobs so I get the poet's discount), are just today finishing the job (fingers and shingles crosst). I have lived with these guys since the damage was done, 2 August. Argh. Send in the clowns, the unicyclists . . . never mind that, send in the mime artists, quietly, very very quietly. One more compressor brrrrzzzzzzzzzttttttt and, well, I'll be front-page lead-story news :). p.s. My fave body-part poem is the one with the Spanish title dedicated to my crush in uni (with whom I still have a really great friendship; and, I'll give you permission to put it there, if I get to be on top, LOL. Shameless, jes' bloody shameless; but, at least I'm not passive-aggressive, not like the EX-IT!
I used to be very effective in dealing with passive-aggressive types. I would threaten to punch them out (oh, I was once such a macho guy - and drunk to boot). I had a house through which all sorts of odd types passed in a steady flow. If you don't believe me, ask Gwen.
Erm, Frank M'Dear, where were you when he was still here? I can just imagine me, five feet, eighty pounds, threatening to punch the X-IT out. Riiiight :).
(And, I do believe you; I don't need to ask Gwen; your legendary street-fightin' Philly-Man ways preceded you; you're jes' lucky you never went to jail, that's all I gotta say about that.)
If I ever need a good out-puncher, I know who to call, though, if I ever get stooopid enough to find myself in the vicinity of another P-A-I-N again.
It doesn't look like Hedgie's passive-aggressive, though, does it? I am so relieved; especially since he's irresistible (which proves it). Good! Now, I have something to which I can look forward in the next couple of years. Yay!
Oh, Dear, Hedgie, I'm sorry if you didn't want to be divorced; I wasn't cheering for that; but, if you did, then I was, okay?
Does that make sense, My Dear Irresistible One? Hey, I just had a thought: If you didn't buy so many books, you could move your trip-sked ahead by a couple of years! The roof don't leak and I would like proof you don't, either :) . . . LOL.
Actually, it's gorgeous, the purtiest roof in the whole hamlet, even the peeps at the general store said so; it's black and has these really tiny little sprinkly-white sparkly spots that make it wonderful for the North because it both attracts the sun in winter and repels its wearing ways in summer (and, it's good for 25 years). Most importantly, they're gone. I am almost suffering separation anxiety, already :) . . . No more ogling for me . . .
On the contrary, my ex and I both cheered loudly over the phone to each other the day it was finalized. We would have danced in the street, but were 100 miles apart.
"If you didn't buy so many books, you could move your trip-sked ahead by a couple of years! The roof don't leak . . . ."
Well, since the roof's fixed, I'll have to see what I can do.
Whew, that's a relief; and, you cheered, too? Wonderful. I didn't :(. I don't like divorces, they're ughlicious (which is why I have no plans to remarry, EVER).
You wanna know what his Mama did when we got our decree absolute? She had a party! I am not joking. It was her third such party, in fact, since she'd already had two for her other two sons, younger than the EX-IT (who, to his credit, fought her longer because he was obviously a tad bit less-weaker, er, stronger).
Someday, I am certain, someone will write a dissertation on the relationship between P-A and Mama's Boyz. In fact, I'd bet the roof on it!
K. Off to read what you have to say (and, oh, send pics of nekkid . . . fruit, your last collectary of poems, right? Of speaking, I gotta wonder how you went from fruit to body parts; I was expecting flowers, somehow; but, that's the way to do it, Hedgie, keep 'em guessin' . . .). p.s. Now, everyone who reads our blog will wanna know what we're doing in the privacy of our own emailboxes . . . ha! Let 'em drool (but, not on us!) . . .
Alas, that's solely because I haven't had the opportunity to examine any of your body parts -- er, poems, body-part poems. I'm off to
ReplyDeleteAmazon.ca to see if I can't rectify that sinful omission.
Nah, Hedgie, you're no richer than yours truly; and, I can rarely afford to buy a book (which is one reason I review 'em; and, I confess, have been known to grovel to so do). There are some poems online around Cyberia with body parts if you're really serious about including my various parts (which you can view, too, if you make the trip north you're planning in a couple years, IIRC. Selectively, of course, unless you're irresistible and I need to get an eyeful, too. OMG, I'm worse than shameless, now that I'm divorced!)
ReplyDeleteIf you email me, send me your addie because I have to do a mailing next Monday (my mailing didn't happen this week because the roofers who are squeezing my job between jobs so I get the poet's discount), are just today finishing the job (fingers and shingles crosst). I have lived with these guys since the damage was done, 2 August. Argh. Send in the clowns, the unicyclists . . . never mind that, send in the mime artists, quietly, very very quietly. One more compressor brrrrzzzzzzzzzttttttt and, well, I'll be front-page lead-story news :).
p.s. My fave body-part poem is the one with the Spanish title dedicated to my crush in uni (with whom I still have a really great friendship; and, I'll give you permission to put it there, if I get to be on top, LOL. Shameless, jes' bloody shameless; but, at least I'm not passive-aggressive, not like the EX-IT!
"unless you're irresistible"
ReplyDeleteOh, very well; you realize you're forcing me to confess publicly to what modesty would otherwise forbid: I am, indeed, irresistible.
"I'm worse than shameless, now that I'm divorced!"
Me, too. To both.
Off to look for some of your parts around the internet. I'll e-mail you this evening; thanks.
I used to be very effective in dealing with passive-aggressive types. I would threaten to punch them out (oh, I was once such a macho guy - and drunk to boot). I had a house through which all sorts of odd types passed in a steady flow. If you don't believe me, ask Gwen.
ReplyDeleteErm, Frank M'Dear, where were you when he was still here? I can just imagine me, five feet, eighty pounds, threatening to punch the X-IT out. Riiiight :).
ReplyDelete(And, I do believe you; I don't need to ask Gwen; your legendary street-fightin' Philly-Man ways preceded you; you're jes' lucky you never went to jail, that's all I gotta say about that.)
If I ever need a good out-puncher, I know who to call, though, if I ever get stooopid enough to find myself in the vicinity of another P-A-I-N again.
It doesn't look like Hedgie's passive-aggressive, though, does it? I am so relieved; especially since he's irresistible (which proves it). Good! Now, I have something to which I can look forward in the next couple of years. Yay!
Oh, Dear, Hedgie, I'm sorry if you didn't want to be divorced; I wasn't cheering for that; but, if you did, then I was, okay?
Does that make sense, My Dear Irresistible One? Hey, I just had a thought: If you didn't buy so many books, you could move your trip-sked ahead by a couple of years! The roof don't leak and I would like proof you don't, either :) . . . LOL.
Actually, it's gorgeous, the purtiest roof in the whole hamlet, even the peeps at the general store said so; it's black and has these really tiny little sprinkly-white sparkly spots that make it wonderful for the North because it both attracts the sun in winter and repels its wearing ways in summer (and, it's good for 25 years). Most importantly, they're gone. I am almost suffering separation anxiety, already :) . . . No more ogling for me . . .
"I'm sorry if you didn't want to be divorced"
ReplyDeleteOn the contrary, my ex and I both cheered loudly over the phone to each other the day it was finalized. We would have danced in the street, but were 100 miles apart.
"If you didn't buy so many books, you could move your trip-sked ahead by a couple of years! The roof don't leak . . . ."
Well, since the roof's fixed, I'll have to see what I can do.
Off to e-mail you.
Whew, that's a relief; and, you cheered, too? Wonderful. I didn't :(. I don't like divorces, they're ughlicious (which is why I have no plans to remarry, EVER).
ReplyDeleteYou wanna know what his Mama did when we got our decree absolute? She had a party! I am not joking. It was her third such party, in fact, since she'd already had two for her other two sons, younger than the EX-IT (who, to his credit, fought her longer because he was obviously a tad bit less-weaker, er, stronger).
Someday, I am certain, someone will write a dissertation on the relationship between P-A and Mama's Boyz. In fact, I'd bet the roof on it!
K. Off to read what you have to say (and, oh, send pics of nekkid . . . fruit, your last collectary of poems, right? Of speaking, I gotta wonder how you went from fruit to body parts; I was expecting flowers, somehow; but, that's the way to do it, Hedgie, keep 'em guessin' . . .).
p.s. Now, everyone who reads our blog will wanna know what we're doing in the privacy of our own emailboxes . . . ha! Let 'em drool (but, not on us!) . . .