Here's the Prompt this week for Friday Fictioneers. Yes, yes it's Thursday and I'm sure I'm slacking this week. Work has been a beast this and RFKAO has a new job that's disturbing my routine. I've gotten so used to him being around that I'm pretty much bummed out when he's gone.
If I wasn't such a commitment phobe I think I'd go out and find a man to take up my time. Instead I'll just get used to this new thing and do what I do best. As soon as I figure out what that is...
Tha'ss puurddy...
And now on to the Bean Counter:
Last Bean Counter tally: 62 Not very promising.
That I missed a week of the Bean Counter: -20
Donna Summer dies at 63 of cancer: - 50
RFKAO has no idea who that is: -40
Adam from the Beastie Boys also passed away: -35
RFKAO once again didn't know who that was: -25
The rent got paid: +100
Chewy hates his new food so much that he's not eating it: -25
We have food we can substitute so he's not starving: +15
Unpacked the last box from two moves, Japan to states, then from tiny place to this one: +45
Met a guy named Richard on my walk the other day who has three dogs and wants to plan play dates with Chewy. Richard's Pit Bull is theee sweetest thing on four legs, as long as you let him chew on his ball: +12
RFKAO listened to me have a conversation with my brother where my Boston accent came out so thick he almost couldn't understand it: -10
RFKAO started a game of Punch Buggy and I won by two: +21
My GI Bill paperwork was approved so I'm going to school in the fall: +41
Since the paper work is approved I have to make a trip over to the college to start my registration: -19 no no like waiting in line.
Ran out of meds again, and now I see things that aren't there: -67
I'm not freaking out over the things that aren't there, I just know that there not there: +11 hey what ever works.
We almost died on the 805 over the weekend because noon time drivers are insane: - 41 messes with my anxiety.
Sang I Will Survive at Karaoke on Sunday with a soar throat and still did a fabulous job: +50
Thanks to over paying the gas and electric bill last month the bill this month is $-1.00: +10
RFKAO randomly tells straight guys I'm single I'm not sure if that is a bad or a good thing: +/-0
Home girl in Japan not only gave birth to an unbelievably beautiful little girl, but she actually found time to buy me some Dydo Juice while she was at it. What a super mom she'll be: +35
This Bean Counter tally: 69. 69! Meh, it could be worse.
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First off the weather this weekend sucked here in San Diego...
So a while back I told Occupy that I met a guy on one of my walks that has a 3 year old Lhasa Apso. Occupy immediately asks if I though the guy was cute. Of course I thought he was cute. The man was beyond handsome. He had beautiful twisted locks, smooth chocolate skin, big juicy kissable lips and he has the same dog as me. The dog's name was Skittles.
Occupy decided that I should walk my dog around his house again to see if I could once again strike up a conversation with said hottie and his dog. If only life were that simple. I'm sure in what ever universe Occupy, er occupies, stalker charges don't exist.
Let me say that before my couch was invaded I did go back that way in hopes of seeing Fine and Sexy. I didn't see him and Chewy doesn't like taking that route. It's too noisy and has too much traffic on the road for him to feel safe.
Sounds like a cop out? Yes. But would I rather be a cliche of matching Lhasa? NO!!! I don't care how cute a pair of Lhasa Apso's are, somethings just scream lame.
If I had a female bestie local, I could totally run this by her, alas all my besties are back in Boston, or Norfolk or Yokosuka. I really need to get out.
So every time I say to Occupy I need a date. He always brings up Fine and Sexy. He imagines little doggy play dates and walks to the park where our dogs Chewy and Skittles romp together. I think he's on to something. Just not the right something.
Now I'm reminded of that super cheesy movie, Must Love Dogs. I didn't see the movie because I read the book. Back when I used to by my books from CVS. I've entered a new market of guys. I can now date guys that like dogs. I mean I dated them before but I never considered them a separate group.
So if I really wanted a date once in a while, I could trot my happy butt on to Plenty of Fish and demand that all persons interested have to be a dog lover, or at least a fan. Even though that site does not work like that. Anyway all this is in an effort to avoid stalking Fine and Sexy.
Who knows maybe the weather in San Diego will get better and I can pretend I'm not stalking him. Or I could do like I did when I was still in the service and Carry On Smartly. You never really know. But if you ask my buddy Occupy, he'd tell me, and you, I'm missing an opportunity.
