Tuesday, February 17, 2009

In A Mood

First I held him lightly and we started to dance.
Then I held him tightly, what a dreamy romance!

And I said "Hey, baby, it's a quarter to three
There's a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me?"

"Well," he answered, "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude to keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood?"

NO! That's "In THE Mood!" I'm in A mood. A pissy, melancholy, discontented mood … not the good, old-fashioned, sugar-coated horniness that Patty, Maxine and Laverne sang about. (Though I'm sure a nice carnal interlude would do me a world of good.)

I didn't work out today … my hair feels all thick and frizzy … I'll probably never have sex again … I'm short on my self-monitored "allowance" for the rest of the month ... I miss my best friend … I'm worried that Highball the dog lived out his life traumatized by what he witnessed on Valentine's Day 80 years ago ... to paraphrase Crash Davis in Bull Durham, "I'm dealing with a lot of shit."

Mostly hormones, I suspect.

Don't screw with me, though. I may bite you. Or cry. Right now, I could go either way.


  1. Might I offer you a cup of Queen's tea?

  2. Heh, I'm in the exact same mood this evening. Not sure whether a "carnal interlude" would do the trick but I suspect that my potential partner would be too scared to attempt. LOL

  3. Hang in there. Thankfully moods, like hormones, are temporary fluxuations.

  4. I feel your angst. Winter doldrums play a part, I know.


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