Elvira told me it's pretty boring reading about the plays, movies and parties I go to on the weekends, and I trust her judgement completely. So instead of writing about the young woman who was feeling up my boobs in a smokey dive where I was playing pool (badly, as usual) and singing karaoke last night --yes, that bar-- I'm just going to share some internet stuff that caught my attention.
What made me giggle:
What made me hot:
If you're not sure what to get me for Valentine's Day, consider this your hint. Mmmmmmm. Bacon Lube.
What made me
Somebody posted this photo and story on Facebook: "The night before the burial of her husband 2nd Lt. James Cathey of the United States Marine Corps, killed in Iraq, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of 'Cat,' and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept.
'I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it,' she said.
'I think that's what he would have wanted.'"
I am and always will be wild blue yonder all the way, but when it comes to a flag-draped coffin, we're all sisters under the military. I can't count the number of times I stood at my kitchen window holding my breath as I watched a dark blue sedan drive by, and then praying it wasn't going to pull into one of my neighbors' driveways either ... Well done, Marine. Bless your heart.