Swingers?
Yes. Swingers.
And it's us and you and them? All six of us?
Yes. Theoretically.
Wow.
Yes. Wow.
Yes. Swingers.
And it's us and you and them? All six of us?
Yes. Theoretically.
Wow.
Yes. Wow.
I am seldom knocked a windin' like my Grandma used to say. Today, I was. My coworker and friend called me in a tizzy. An absolute tizzy. She goes into a lot of tizzies so I was not immediately concerned but then she started talking sex. This woman never talks sex. (Don't think that hasn't been a barrier for us.)
She tells me the big talk around school is us! Someone let the cat out of the bag so to speak that me and the beloved enjoy swinging. That we do so with her and her husband and another couple! This has been widely believed for four years or so. Which goes a long way in explaining some of the strangest comments from the people I work with.
The person went on to try to allay my friend's horror by telling her once she got to know her and the other lady, she knew it wasn't true. "Kim, on the other hand, is a different story," she said. Great. I'm a different story. She also divulged to my friend ("if you don't already know") that I'm a witch. I know I come out of left field sometimes but a swinging witch, for heaven's sake?
It's a bit surprising, very amusing and somewhat irritating to be thought of by your coworkers in this manner. Not that I have anything against witches or swingers. I love most all the people of the world. People all over the world. Join hands. Start a love train. Love train... None of this has any bearing on anything. The reality of it is a bunch of bored women who move in packs (cliches) just as they did in high school preying on who they can.
Speaking of prey, that's a red-tailed hawk feather Joe's holding in the photo up top. We've had an ever growing family of hawks raising their families on our property for the last few years. They are fantastic looking birds and we learned they are monogamous. They mate for life.
Now. Put your keys in this bowl.
:: CACKLE ::
She tells me the big talk around school is us! Someone let the cat out of the bag so to speak that me and the beloved enjoy swinging. That we do so with her and her husband and another couple! This has been widely believed for four years or so. Which goes a long way in explaining some of the strangest comments from the people I work with.
The person went on to try to allay my friend's horror by telling her once she got to know her and the other lady, she knew it wasn't true. "Kim, on the other hand, is a different story," she said. Great. I'm a different story. She also divulged to my friend ("if you don't already know") that I'm a witch. I know I come out of left field sometimes but a swinging witch, for heaven's sake?
It's a bit surprising, very amusing and somewhat irritating to be thought of by your coworkers in this manner. Not that I have anything against witches or swingers. I love most all the people of the world. People all over the world. Join hands. Start a love train. Love train... None of this has any bearing on anything. The reality of it is a bunch of bored women who move in packs (cliches) just as they did in high school preying on who they can.
Speaking of prey, that's a red-tailed hawk feather Joe's holding in the photo up top. We've had an ever growing family of hawks raising their families on our property for the last few years. They are fantastic looking birds and we learned they are monogamous. They mate for life.
Now. Put your keys in this bowl.
:: CACKLE ::
10 comments:
This is a school right? I'm not surprized. Schools are like small towns within small towns. I grew up hanging out at the school my mom taught at. Boy did I hear stories.
"Kim, on the other hand, is a different story." That shit killed me.
Yep. Elementary. And you're right about the dynamic. But when I was a nurse at the hospital and nursing home, it was exactly the same. Who's screwing the doctor's, who's doing the nurses...
I AM a different story. I don't mix business and pleasure. And no eye of newt.
A swinging witch! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! People are so pathetic sometimes. Sheesh.
Jesus. Fucking bunch of pinheads.
You two swingers have fun! Laugh.
SB
If I were you'd invite send invites to all of them and make it on Halloween or a Friday the thirteenth and be really vague about this "special" party. Then see who dares to show up.
That is fucking great!
May - I know! I KNOW!
SB- Will do!
Travis - Friday the 13th is a week from tomorrow. Do I dare?
Ms. Moon - I knew you would fully appreciate this one.
You're a swinging witch? Me too! No wonder I like you!
xoxoxo
WTF these people have ISSUES!
That is just hilarious. I'm surprised it took 4 years to get back to you though. I live in a small town where people love to talk and I reckon a story that good would take about 4 days to get around.
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