leslieism

Reeaallyyy?! Tonight’s episode of ‘Bones’, hmmm, not a lot of gross stuff…UNLESS YOU COUNT THE MUSHY, PERFECT, WEDDING. It was amazing and beautiful and Cyndi Lauper sang the Etta James classic, “At Last”. The romantic in me is slowly dying as it gets crushed by the rock it’s taking refuge under …but, well, that kind of music is like a defibrillator…to my dead romantic self.

Reminds me of a story:  Being an old fashioned kind of girl I once asked a guy to be my boyfriend with a note, a check the box kind of note.  Well, you know how boys are dumb? Apparently this guy was illiterate and when he finally learned to read(Thank you ABC Mouse)….he said we needed to talk. He says(very uncomfortably) “Sooooo, good news, I can read! And, uh, well….that note you gave me…..you know how I checked ‘yes’……I, thought, or hoped…mostly hoped, but either way I still couldn’t read aaannnndddd I was pretty sure it said ‘Would you please be my super good buddy…with benefits…and devoid of all emotional bonds?’.  Terribly sorry about the misunderstanding! At least it won’t ever happen again….I can read!”.
I threw a rock at him. Then I crawled under it.