And that, folks, is how you kill 10 minutes. This week has gone well so far, better than I expected. I had it in my head that each project would take forever, even when I know–I mean, after two years I know–it never takes as long as you think it will. That Michael’s bag was empty! For some reason I thought there were supplies in there that I had to put away.
Look at my jar of flowers! Stock, to be specific. Since I’ve been eating at home all week, I was able to treat myself with something pretty. A stock tip (heh) for those who aren’t familiar with the flower: once you cut it and put it in water, they will droop and look like a bride left at the alter. Don’t worry, you didn’t get a bad bunch. They’ll be tall and strong by the next morning. Just be prepared to refill your container because they go through inches of water per day!
My desk looks so nice now. The only thing it’s missing is a set of dino porn. I’d like a collection for my desk so I can casually leave it out for company. You know, something to show that not only am I fun, I’m smart and know about history and science and stuff.
Oh my goodness I clicked on that Dino porn. Hahah I thought you were kidding/some kind of clever pun. Nope. Good ol’ Dino porn. Hahahha
DINO PORN.
The mind boggles.
One of the co-authors is just “‘a plain old, everyday Midwestern girl'” with “‘lusty thoughts of big, strong powerful monsters having their way with beautiful maidens.'” Oh sure, naturally. Makes perfect sense.
They cannot be serious, right? Please, tell me . . .
The other co-author is the one that got me. “Personal experiences”?!
“She says her writings are based “on her own desires, or from personal experiences.”
To be fair, ladies, the Midwest is FULL of dino excavation sites. Who knows what goes on after hours. We all know how wild and crazy paleontologists can be.
Shaina, the “personal experiences” part made me laugh out loud since her out books are about sex with dragons, ghosts, unicorns…this girl must have a portal to another (really freaky) dimension.
People are, ahem, different. Really, really different. (5 books? This needed more than 1?)
Some people just aren’t into the T-Rex, Kathryn. Can you blame them? What can he do with those little arms? Personally, I’m a pterodactyl gal.
I’m thinking, with dinosaur loving boys, perhaps the dino porn is not such a good idea for your desk. lol
But it can be a combo history/science/sex ed teaching moment!
I love the rock crystal lamp. My husband has one of those in his office, near *his* computer. Way to clean!
It is so, so pretty when it lights up. :)
Dino porn…love it!
I should probably get around to cleaning off my desk as well. It’s cluttered with craft stuff and bills I should deal with and put away. But first…I should really get out of my pajamas. :-)
Haha! I’m sure you’re out of your pajamas by now and looking at your beautiful desk.
Oh my goodness…the things I didn’t know existed……….
The desk looks great! Have a good weekend!
31 Days, Susan. You’ll see me tomorrow and Sunday. ;)
What a perfect area to work in :) I love your lamp!
Thank you! It’s Target circa 2005.
Oh, the dino-porn! Your Facebook post, the comments, the Goodreads reviews: I think that may have been the best half hour of my entire (not-so-hot) week, last night. So thanks! :D
Right? I was having a craptacular week and that brought me much needed laughter.
You know, I thought I was all ‘hip to the jive of those young kids’, but damn. Dino-porn. I just don’t think I’ll be able to watch ‘Walking with Beasts’ in the same vein anymore. O_o
Good job on the clean-up. Seriously don’t know how you can possibly trump this one.
Don’t give up on me yet–I’m a pretty cluttered mess. :)
I’m making a connection between the computer, the lotion, and the dino porn that is frankly a little disconcerting.
+2,000. Comment of the year!
Dino porn? How do you find this stuff?!? I live in a bubble.
I consider it my job to keep up on the latest book happenings. Never thought I’d uncover dino-porn, but there you go.
. . . and I assumed dino porn was you leaving plastic dinosaurs out for your boys to play with, so I passed on the link. The comments made me infer otherwise so I went back and clicked on it. NOT plastic dinosaurs! My eyes! My brain!
NOT plastic dinosaurs. Well…I don’t even want to know.
I learned a new rule reading comments there – Rule 34 (google it, I did).
Hah! I learned something new, too.
You’re making me spit all over my computer with your comedy. I think you should take your show on the road.