Ed Gorey

Or, you know, anal play or androgyny.

I’ve been laughing my ass off all morning.  Unwashed feet, recycled beer…

Not exactly meaningful BDSM education but funny as hell.

And, like I said over on EF, I know the rhyme is a head nod to Edward Gorey of sorts, I’m actually visualizing it being done by the Cat in the Hat.  My brain is weird.

Maybe it’s just Monday mornings that are weird. Me that’s weird on Monday mornings?

I dunno.

The weekend here was fabulous.  Taylor got a trailer for his motorcycle and spent most of yesterday putting it together (he’s not finished, of course) with a small break to grill our steaks (he’s the grill master) while I spent the day searching for a camera.  Online shopping warms my heart.  I ended up ordering a Nikon Coolpix P60; which is billed as an advanced point and shoot. I really, eventually, want a dSLR.  And I wanted to get a bridge camera to ease my way into eventually having one.  But our current camera (an OLD ASS Kodak Easy Share TWO megapixel) just took a serious crap so I had to find something I could afford right now rather than waiting and saving a bit.  So.  The P60 seems to be the bridge between a bridge camera and a plain old point and shoot.  It’s got some manual exposure, etc settings so I’ll have a little more control but it was affordable and my kid can still use it without it being too complicated or me worrying that he’ll bust it.

The odd thing about the weekend was…

I was up early both days.  Wtf?  And it was all…  easy, peasy, no problem being up.  And then today?  When I had to be up?  Oh, nooooo.  Of course not.  My body wanted to lounge in the bed all day.  Waking up was a struggle and I had to pull my own ear to drag myself out of bed.

Hmmph.

And now…  I’m off to do some Monday stuff.

M is for Masturbation.