A lot of small, inconsequential things happened this week. They aren't worthy of a stand alone post on their own. I'll just list them for you in no particular order.
1. I ventured off the couch for the first time all week yesterday. (That's not the interesting part, I promise.) I'm still coughing a lot and I have almost no voice to speak of. My retrievers needed food so I stopped into our local pet store. When I went to pay, a very good looking, probably 18 year old, male was working the register. He tried to strike up a conversation and I apologized for my laryngitis. (Meaning … please, let's not make idle chit chat, ok?)
After hearing my apology he became extremely attentive and much to my frustration, he continued to ask me nonstop questions. I tried to rasp out polite answers. As I was leaving he said, "I hope you feel better and I just have to tell you, your voice is the sexiest thing I've ever heard."
Yes, he did. My voice sounds like a chain smoking bulldog. It just goes to show, anything is sexy to an 18 year old male.
2. Three separate men approached me while I read my Kindle at the Money Town car wash to ask me questions about it. I think they were all considering it as a possible gift for their significant other. I've heard Kindles are already sold out for Christmas, although there's a waiting list you can get on. Yes, I still love mine. I was surprised at all the commotion a Kindle created during such a brief stop.
3. I just found out some interesting people are reading Twenty Four At Heart. One is an actor. I guess that's not a big deal. Half the population of Southern California claims to be an actor. He sort of actually works though. Also, I've had some political types reading and admitting it. They should leave now. It could probably end their career if anyone finds out they've read a website that talks about sex toys, fake orgasms and/or some of the other topics we've covered here. I'm not the one to look to "to get a good feel for the pulse of Orange County." Really, save your career … run!
4. One of my friends brought up the TV show, The Real Housewives of Orange County to me this week. As in, "Well, of course you watch Housewives …blah, blah, blah." I confessed I do NOT watch the show. I instantly felt guilty. How can I write a website poking fun at The OC if I refuse to watch Housewives? I decided to remedy the situation and went online to watch the season premiere.
I made it halfway through before my connection got dropped. I didn't bother trying to reconnect. I was right at the part where one of the women claimed to have real boobs. No one believed her "because no one in Orange County has real anything, let alone boobs." (That quote is from memory … so don't quote me on my quote!) The women began feeling each other's breasts to see which fake boobs felt the most real. Apparently if you pay more, you can get boobs that feel more real-ish.
I wouldn't know. I have real boobs and I live in Orange County. There – I've said it out loud. In fact, I only live a couple blocks from some of these women. I think we should be introduced and if they feel the need to check out my (big) real boobs, so be it.
Can I just say for the record, most people in Orange County are nothing like these women. Can I also say, there are a good number of women in Orange County exactly like them.
5. I overheard an interesting conversation while at the Money Town car wash. I walked through the indoor waiting area to pay. As I walked by, a man in his mid-twenties said into his cell phone (quite loudly and in an exasperated tone), "All you really care about is how big my dick is."
Well, okay then ….