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Vodka, rum, gin, gay, bi, straight… this party was a veritable pu pu platter of sexual orientation.

Did I fail to mention that I won yesterday’s poker game? I think I did. Shame on me. Let’s just take care of that now. I won yesterday’s poker game!!

Today, at work, we had a luau. I don’t know why. Just one of those things. No reason was stated, I guess it was just one of those summer party things. There was volleyball, lots of food, some hula contest, Hawaiian band, drinks in coconuts [plastic] with really high alcohol content., and robo-surfing. And wading pools, and henna tattoos and things for the kids. I don’t drink and drive. At all. So I was not imbibing. But Evildeb doesn’t drive home, Lloyd does the driving. So she was imbibing nicely. As were other people.

At one point, word is, Evildeb threw an inflated ball at the back of Tessa’s head. I did not see this. But I saw retaliation. Tessa thought this was worthy of dumping a bottle of water down Evildeb’s back. I don’t think Evildeb agreed. She was contemplating an ass kicking.

Now, if the two of them went to war, it would be bad. Neither one would give up and both would escalate it to the next level. Knowing this, I happily stood behind Deb’s lawn chair and encouraged her to kick Tessa’s ass. Tessa was standing a few yards away, her back towards us.

Evildeb: i’m going to have to kick her ass.

Me: I think you do, your pride is at stake. I mean, it was just a beach ball! And now you are completely soaked!

Evildeb: well… i don’t know if I am comp…

Me: YOU ARE TOO!! Don’t let her get away with that.

Evildeb: I’m not. Lloyd, go kick her ass!

Lloyd: no way, man.

Evildeb: The Man, go kick her ass!

The Man: No way, not my fight.

Me: he’s afraid of her, you are going to have to do it, Deb.

Evildeb: grrrrr…

Now, in truth, I do not believe it would have been a literal ass kicking. Nor did I really want Tessa to get her ass kicked. That’s why I told her that she had better quit shaking her ass at Deb, that she should just turn around and face her. And keep an eye on her. The two of them were eyeing each other warily, ready to attack, if necessary.

And, with a job well done, I headed home!

Yeah… I’m a little stinker.

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Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce you to my … POCKET TEE-PEES.

Miss Kitty [Tessa], Boss, Ace Barracuda, and I, Miss Conduct, played poker out in the sunshine, in the courtyard at lunch today. I was on fire! Of course, for someone who was on fire, I was awfully cool. I went into a hand with pocket ace’s, and ended up with a full house. And I made everyone pay BIG TIME to play that hand.

We had an audience for bit, watching the game. Someone from the shipping dept. At one point, when I was dealing, I slapped down the river and said something like “POW!” or “BANG!” Shipping dept. guy deadpans, “whoa. that was a thunderous boom. that’s quite a voice you’ve got there. it echoed.” He wasn’t joking, he really thought it was a thunderous boom. It was just my outside voice. I was just having fun. But that brought Tessa and I to that stage of laughter where no sound is coming out, and you are clutching your stomach. Maybe my thunderous boom is one of my super powers.

I’m going to an my friend’s gallery opening tonight after work. I thought I’d try to be all classy and shit, so I wore a shirt with buttons and a collar. No text or graphics. And, unfortunately, it’s white. And sure enough, it’s got Wendy’s Frosty on it now. I don’t know why I even try. Yesterday I was telling the artist that I was going to be there.

“Louise and I are coming over after lunch… I mean after dinner… I mean after work! sheesh.”

At that point I laughed at myself, but I was also about to take a sip of water, I had the bottle to my lips, but didn’t notice how close to the rim it was filled, and ended up spraying water all over myself.

“That was perfect!”

“Thanks, I try”

It’s not that I am a spaz, it’s just that I have special skills.

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evildeb

She’s in my head, dude.. she’s in my BRAIN!

Earlier this afternoon, Evildeb sent out an email, alerting us that she had been broken.

Yep, I’m a broken woman.

It started on or around June 8 when I sent an impassioned plea to the …

ok, none of your business.

Then we talked to them about it.

Then we gave some feedback on it.

more nothing you need to know…

So, you can probably understand how it hurts me to see the following …



blah blah blah

If you need me you will find me under a tree in the courtyard weeping.

Deb

Being the concerned friend I am, I sent her a chat:

Jodi is it possible for me to paste you back together? with superglue?

Evildeb: no

Evildeb: well, maybe with the help of all the kings horses and all the kings men

Jodi: could all the kings horses and all the kings men put you

Jodi: oh

Jodi: my

Jodi: god

Evildeb: you scared me

Jodi: you scared me!!

Evildeb: I hate it when that happens

Evildeb: we have c.S.P

Jodi: csp?

Evildeb: Chat Sensory Perception

Jodi: AAAAACKK!

We do this all the time. Type the same thing to each other in chats. Really weird random things, as well. I’m wondering which one of use should be more concerned. Which one of us is in who’s brain? Exactly.

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Amelia

Amelia finds herself at a loss

“….. “

Amelia: Do you hear that?

Jodi: Hear what?

Amelia: the silence, coming from over there. I don’t hear a toadying sales pitch.

Jodi: I know! He’s gone, my brother.

Amelia: Gone?

Jodi: he’s moved. The monkee has been caged in an office and the door is shut.

Amelia: Shut up!

Jodi: Would I lie, my brother?

Amelia: No, my brother, about this you would not lie. Hmmm…. now what am I going to do?

Jodi: I don’t know. You want to learn javascript or something?

Amelia: Maybe. Hey… let’s talk about boys.

Jodi: Only if you have some secret divine boy understanding you care to share.

Amelia: Oh forget that, then. By the way, does that new guy behind you ever stop talking?

Jodi: sigh

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That’s right, you’re not from Texas

We join Tessa, Louise and I in mid conversation at lunch.

Jodi: Dallas maybe?

Louise: Maybe

Jodi: yup, lived there too.

Tessa: wow, you really get around

Jodi: that’s what they say about me.

Louise: So have you ever been to Lukenbach?

Jodi: Where?

Louise: Lukenbach Texas… you know, like the song.

Tessa: What song?

Louise: The song! You know.. that one song.

Tessa and Jodi: yes, of course, that ONE song.

Louise: [in a hesitant voice, sings, with no discernible melody] …Luckenbach Texas…. something.

Tessa and Jodi laugh hysterically. Because we’re fun like that.

Tessa: Do you know any other lyrics that might help us out?

Jodi: Who sings it?

Louise: I don’t know, Johnny Cash maybe? It’s confusing because there is also that place Lubbock. [pronounced as loo-BOCK.]

Jodi: loo-BOCK? You mean Lubbock? L-u-b-b-u-c-k? [pronounced as luh-buck]

Louise: I don’t know! I don’t know how it’s spelled, Waylon Jennings is from there or something?

Tessa: We are not going to be able to help you out on this one. You are going to have to google it.

Jodi: yeah, you are going to have to do some sassy detective work. Regardless, no, I have never been to Lukenbach, to the best of my knowledge.

Frankly, I’m surprised a Scottish girl new that much about country music, and musicians from Texas. Turns out, Waylon Jennings sang the song. He is not from Lukenbach. She is right, tho, he did live in Lubbock. I can barely remember the song, now that I have seen the lyrics. Some information about Lukenbach:

“Hondo Crouch, local rancher and regional folk hero bought Luckenbach in 1970 when he saw an ad in the paper “town- pop.3- for sale.” Luckenbach became this poet – sage’s stage where he held the first Women’s Only Chili Cook-off, a World’s Fair (because he proclaimed Luckenbach as the center of the Universe) & Return of the Mud Dauber Day (as do swallows in Capistrano).

After Hondo died in 1976 his music making friends penned the song “Luckenbach Texas” which was recorded by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson in 1978. The song, now a classic, became a number one smash hit all across the nation and beyond putting Luckenbach on the map for good.”

Oh come on, you know you wanted to know! If I have a son, I am seriously considering naming him Hondo.

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