April 26, 2003

  • Waiting for my clothes to dry.   It's been a wierd week.   Brett and I are having a cold war (more like cool) over Chelle, whom he feels is "a bad influence" on me; I should "move out of the house," "she really gets off" seeing me in trouble (not!), "after that stunt you pulled Wednesday night," etc, etc, etc, ad NAUSEAM.   He wasn't impressed with her parents at all, who obviously didn't care and let her run wild.  Guess he's afraid I might cheat on him as she is on Bruce.   Brett can be so male chauvinist sometimes in his passive way.   Come to think of it, he's just like his father (Donna:  "Pshaw!  It's about TIME you realized it").   He'll get over it--after we haven't made love for a week.   He got so horny once during vacation he even hitched a ride to see me when his truck was out of commission!


    Stunt:  During junior high, Sunshine, one of Mom's college friends, told us they were so lackadaisical in the City of Angels that they even went grocery shopping in their p.j.'s and underwear.  When she lived there for a short time until her father transferred up North, she saw a lady in the produce section in her bra and panties, with nothing but a gaping white satin robe covering her and big pink bunny slippers!   I passed this on to Chelle and she giggled mischievously and said, "No time like tonight!"   So we hit the local supermarket at two a.m. Thursday morning in our nighties, just for the hell of it.   Everyone gawked at us as if we were crazy, and the manager came out and tried to stare us down.  Brett, listening with a dour "Now what?" expression while I recounted our escapade, said they don't do that here anymore.  "Not since the seventies.  Gimme a break."   "Well, at least we didn't try it during prime time," I reminded him.   And, "What if it we were RUSHING?"


    Actually Saj's presence keeps me from getting totally down on men.   With his talkative, emotionally sensitive, appeasing nature--he's been fantastic about the housework--he's more like one of us.  I know it's his culture, but he'd tease me if I said it, preaching against the slaughter of cockroaches ("But Tina, what if one were your sister at one time?!?") and quoting from the Kama Sutra.