what better way to spend a weekend morning than laying in bed w/ the one you love, talking, giggling, making out??

Saturday conversations in zippy's world:


me: oh! ouch! this hurts my neck.

him: sorry.

me: I feel so old.

him: (giggle giggle giggle giggle)

me: "Oh woe is I this hurts my neck so!"

us (giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle)

me: oh! ouch! maybe i should disconnect my insulin pump.

him: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

me: 'Hurts my neck! unplug the pump!"

us: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!


what better way to spend a Saturday afternoon making sangria - both red and white - and testing them every step of the way?

me: What made you want to do this?

him: The recipes sounded good.

me; we could have just gone to the restaurants and tried these.

him; but then we wouldn't have had this to do together.




so, I spent all Saturday night catching up on Queer As Folk because my dear friend Angie swears watching these queer boys is the next best thing to straight girl porn (which everyone knows there isn't any of - there's only straight boy porn and gay porn and of the two , gay porn is it), and my two friends Gary and Larry swear has gotten better since it's inception and is worth watching today, toward the very end of its five year run on SHOWTIME (how's that for free adverts?). here's my conclusion:

Brian = Judd Nelson ala anything he did in the 1980s.

BEN = Anthony Michael Hall had AMH had a career between, oh, say, 1987 and 2003. otherwise, the most boring character on television.

Michael = Ralph Macchio for queer cinema.

Deb = you know, there is no one quite like Sharon Gless.

Emmett = I HEART EMMETT. Paul Goddard ('Stark') would be this role on the gay variation of 'Farscape'.

Ted = Ben Stiller sans testosterone; you know, circa 'Your Friends and Neighbors' period.

the lesbos on this thing suck. heh.

tall blond lesbo = Chloe Sevigny minus one level of depth , if that's possible.

short brunette lesbo = Amy Brenneman is AB lacked dimension, humor and, most of all, talent.

"hot guy" = Stephen Baldwin w/ a seriously bad 'do.



Right. That's it. So now we're working off the sangria and the chicken salad I made for supper in our iron skillet w/ the big butcher knife mr. zippy brought into our union; the two dogs and the cat were all under foot as I chopped and cooked and now they're all pooped and i still have to clean the kitchen. what is wrong w/ this picture?