The snap is good. The kick is away. Ball’s in the air. Only time will tell if it’s a field goal or a punt, but it feels really good to be off the freakin’ bench again.
Until I remember something I wanted to change or needed to fix, and then I’ll feel ill. But for now I’m going to stop mixing my Lone Ranger and football metaphors and go…clean my bathroom or something.
Actually I’m going to call the husband and tell him a customer called in with a furnace problem, but I let the machine take it because I was trying to make sure I hadn’t used the same word in the same paragraph too many times in a sex scene.
I’m sure they’ll understand. Despite the 20-below wind chill.
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2 Comments:
Jaci Burton said…
Took you long enough
*g*
Fingers crossed that you score…big time
Smooch!
Jaci
1:54 PM
Mel said…
all fingers and toes crossed for your very own HEA
10:00 PM