He Drove Me Crazy….

Being from the south, I’m not accustomed (did I spell that right?) to being around a northerner for any length of time.

Until these past 30 hours.

I spent 22 of those hours stuck in the cab of a locomotive (about the size of a small walk-in closet) with a guy from Jersey. He ended every phone conversation with his wife by saying “love you sugapie” and then made 2 “kissy” sounds. Is this a northern thing? Cause if it is, I’ll never go past Tenn.

The bastard had the guts to do that crap in front of God and everybody at Subway! Seriously, is that sickening or sweet to you guys?

Look, there’s nothing wrong with guys showing their women that they love them. I mean, I tell Trish all the time. I say “Yes, I’ll rub you down with the KY Warming Oil if you’ll give me a bl….” Well, you get the point, surely.

Me giving a massage is true love. Trish has learned that and accepted my generosity numerous times but would she respect me if I made those dumbass “kissy” sounds all the time?

Does your man do that too while on the phone with you? If he does, I bet you can body slam him.

That’s sad.

On a side note: I have WON my first award thingy! Tracey, over at “The Shores of Carpenter Creek” has awarded me my very first one. It’s under my “My Awards” catergory. She’s also got an upcoming contest with a prize folks! A basket of bath goodies. Check it and her out ( no you, perverts, I meant her site) for more details. Oh, and tell her Slick sent you. I think I get a discount on a pig or somethin’.

It’s 4:15 a.m. and I’m going to bed.