Color my world

Greetings from mouse,

Since that biatch Becki brought it up...Yes there was an incident where we were at a bar...it was bachelorette for a mutual friend.  Mutual friend gave all all the bridemaids the Ben Wa balls.  And mouse was the ONLY one brave enough to really use them, then and there.  Yes, there was alcohol present.  Again mouse has little qualms about sticking stuff up her hoo ha, vajayjay or which vernacular you wish to use.

So EVERYTHING is fine...until...more drinks...there might have been a few sailors...Fleet Week.  They or might not have bought us a round of Singapore Slings -- mouse isn't sure...she remembers the Long Island Ice Teas and Zombies.  And Becki tells them that mouse (the single girl) has "Ben Wa balls up her kootch" delicate flower that Becki...

We all started laughing...and laughing...someone, maybe one of the guys said something else..very funny or maybe just dirty or both, that mouse truly can't recall anymore...Becki?

That was it...mouse dropped the balls.  One slipped out during uproarious laughter and before she could do anything about it, the other one followed...

Becki screams..."Don't touch em, you don't know where they've been!!!!  Well, you might know but still DON'T touch em."

Now this might be truly embarrassing, but really it wasn't, it was simply alcohol driven good times...And to be honest, it could have been far worse...

Yanno....mouse could have worn them to the wedding... ;-)

They Gyno incident was after...and to mouse much worse than dropping the Ben Wa ball in front of a group of sailors.

Now onto other stuff.  

We went again to Home Desperation in search of paint for the house...inside.

The first trip was a total disaster. Major fail. We went in, him guiding mouse with his hand on the small of her back, as always. We go to the paint department and begin looking at hundreds of tiny peices of color. He looks up and down, picks white and pronounced the search over.

Now, mouse looks at the swatch and says, "well...that might make a nice trim color. But we need wall color too."

He looks at mouse, she can see the mental hamster on the wheel. Well, what's wrong with white? It goes with everything! He actually said almost those exact ways...mouse retorts, "who are you John Lennon?" Instantly she can see he doesn't appreciate the humor, so she looks at him sweetly asking in the most demure tone she can muster, "Sir, do you think it might be ok, if you go wander around and leave the paint color to mouse?"

Now, mouse does realize sending a Dominant type loose through Home Depot a bit risky. Actually mouse really hadn't thought it all through properly.

However, his first inclination was to argue a bit, but then must have thought better of it, remarking that well certainly the baby's room would be pink.

Well, actually no, mouse was considering this lovely sage color for the baby's room, because she found a really nice gingham fabric that would work for the window in her room. It would also contrast nicely with the rocking chair (it's a nice yellow).

It's interesting, he'll often talk about sports and mouse kinda checks out..mentally. That was totally the look on his face...he had no idea what she was talking about. It was another language.

Briefly mouse considered throwing out other decorating type words like damask and toile.

Eventually he agreed that he'd go look at lightning fixtures. Which kinda sent mouse into a different panic mode...because she's got that planned out in her mind.

What truly annoys mouse is that those swatch things are soooooo freaking small...really and the names...Sienna Sunset, Heritage Park or Aloe Thorn.

Heading out to a different paint store in a few days...this time with Becki. Not sure if that'll be any better, they have samples you can buy to actually see the paint on the wall.

Song selection: Color My World; Chicago