touch my junk —-please!

 

today the hubs got lucky at the airport… and i wasn’t even there.

apparently if you arrange your computer power cord and a watch in your carry on luggage “just so” you’re about to be on the receiving end of a fairly hardy same-sex groin groping without benefit of dinner and drinks first.

in fact, airport security is very interested in your feedback on the whole experience.

airport security: so, was this your first time?  what did you think?

hubs:  well, not as bad as i thought it would be. in fact, as a frequent flyer, i appreciate all you guys are doing.

airport security:  as long as it’s not to you, amiright?!

hubs:  actually, i didn’t really mind it. in fact, if things are slow at home, i figure i can come down here and get a little action.

airport security:  we’re here for you bro.

inappropriate cougar comment #147

so this weekend i was shopping at the mall with my teenage daughter and we’re in abercrombie & fitch.  personally, i love shopping at A&F…because i can.  yes, it’s cheap crap, but it makes me feel young and skinny. so there.

oh yeah, there’s always some nice boy-eye-candy working behind the counter. i guess this is the female equivalent of the pervy guy oogling hot asian chicks at the chinese takout place.

anyway, we’re waiting in line to be checked out by a pair of barely legal adonis’s running the registers.

1st him: are you ready to check out, ma’am?
me: yeah, sure.
1st him: would you like to get fierce?
me: (crickets)….uhhh, excuse me?
1st him: would you like to get fierce?
2nd him: that’s our new fragrance… would you like some?
me: …… oh, i’d like “some” … but i’m fierce enough already. thanks for asking though.
1st him and 2nd him: (nervous laughter)

it’s not nice to tease the cougar.

you say “co-dependent” like that’s a bad thing

so we’re into hanukkah full swing and xmas is just around the corner. we’ve been giving gifts to the kids all week but last night the hubs and i exchanged gifts with each other.

we’ve been married for almost 15 years and at this point we’re keenly tuned in to each other’s *ahem* weaknesses, which we sometimes cater to.

for example, the hubs has a weakness for all things vegas, “swingers”, and classic cocktails, which is why we have a dedicated lounge in the back of our house complete with a real bar, atomic 50s furniture, and rat pack pictures lining the walls.

and me? well, i love to pamper myself and surround myself with beautiful things.

so, of course i bought him this:

bucket

a swanky new michael graves ice bucket and some nice heavy high ball glasses to drink out of.

and he got me these:

candles

and a huge poster of this:

lauter

which i will be using to “pamper” myself with later…alone…with my candles.

happy hannukah and merry xmas to everyone!

teen wolf

jason stathamdear jason,

hey! long time no talk. i’m sorry, i haven’t been avoiding you…i’ve just been really busy.

what have you been up to? i haven’t seen much of your naked torso lately.

guess you’re just in a slump what with guy richie going off and making a film with that former has-been robert downey junior. and jude law? please. i think you totally would have made an excellent watson.

anywoo…we need to talk.taylor_lautner1

look, we’ve always had an open relationship. i’ve turned a blind eye to your indiscretions, like when you ran off with that flat-chested, george clooney-castoff skank. but we’ve always come back to each other, just like pam and tommy… so i know you’ll understand.

it’s just…i’ve met someone new.

now, i didn’t plan this. it was all completely innocent.

i took my daughter to the movies to see that new teen bloodsucker movie and suddenly…  there he was… no, not edward. i hate skinny pasty guys. no, the other one. that yummy boy/wolf person, taylor lautner…sigh.

now, jason, i know you’re thinking, “leigh, WTF?!!! that’s a 16 year old kid!”  well, yes and no.

here’s how i see it. he’s half boy/ half wolf. and a wolf is almost like a dog. and 1 human year is actually 7 dog years so, theoretically he’s 112. 

so in reality, i’m having no moral dilemma with this.

what i’m trying to say is think we should stop seeing each other. at least for a little while. so please don’t cry. this is already difficult enough. and when you’re ready, i’d still like to be friends.

your friend (with benefits),
leigh

this could be the start of a beautiful relationship

it was so nice to see my visitor counter shoot up the other day. guess writing a post every now and then will do that for you. so here we are. just you and me. let’s talk.

some of you may have discovered my little site for this first time. and maybe you’re thinking, “you know, leighonline might just be my kind of blog.”

sweet! i would love nothing better. but before we go any further, like in all good laptop2relationships, there’s a few things you should know about me. 

i’m a mixed bag. i write about all kinds of crazy nonsense…like telecommuting in my underpants, using my rack to get a job, my undying lust for jason statham, and oogling hot construction workers at the gas station… it’s mostly all about me. and i get all types here. 

i’d love to get to know you better, but it would be unfair to not let you know just what direction this blog can go in. 

so just to gently ease you in, here’s some recent topics that have led googlers to my blog in search of answers. read at your own risk. the safe word is banana.

  • gratuitous displays of cleavage – it’s in there.
  • online with sexy mom – oh, yeah.
  • wild babe blog – me again.
  • fantasy football babe- omg. totally me.
  • milf bully –  haters.
  • can i get bedspreads like the ones on brady bunch? – uh sure, but let’s get back to me.
  • just show us your boob photos – sorry, first you have to read some of my posts.
  • call girl in leigh – all right, THAT’S enough.
  • how to fix a female mullet – sorry, you’re on your own.
  • things that make you say WTF – all freaking day long.
  • things that make you say “oh shit!” – mostly at work.
  • reverse cleavage – WTF? see, i told you.
  • drugs to make ass big – guilty…if margaritas are considered a drug.
  • why would husband have condoms in his car?- because he’s  USING them, dumbass!
  • is your husband an asshole he won’t eat supper – first check to see if there’s condoms in the car.
  • am i hott im bald? – if you have to ask, probably not.
  • jason statham hot bald; why are bald men so hot?; bald men is it hot or not?- ok, at first it was cute, but this bald insecurity thing is getting on my last nerve. BALD is hot. out of shape, flabby, and bald is not. next!
  • yul brenner makes me drool - a bib is in order.
  • white well hung amateurs ex-boyfriends – i totally wish i could take credit for this, but it wasn’t me.
  • what’s worth doing is worth doing for money – who are you people?
  • flip-flops intervention – problem? i don’t have a problem.
  • “barry manilow” gay?- i would totally answer this but i’m over the backlash from last time. (BTW, he TOTALLY is, so get over it!)
  • how can i find out if my daughter is a stripper? – have you checked her nails?
  • does jamie lee curtis have a penis? if she does, i have no idea where she’s hiding it.
  • rickey henderson’s penis- rickey’s penis is decidedly not here.
  • they’ve made stewie completely gay – no, he was born that way.
  • videos on fat men without sweater - so much worse than with a sweater.
  • i don’t want to work, i want to bang – yes.
  • i don’t wanna work- (from paris france) – we know this. the world knows this.
  • parent directory friends naked - the PTO would sell a lot more of these.
  • you ponr- to my indonesian friends, if you can’t spell it, you don’t really deserve to find it.
  • staked naked anthill – go the f*ck away.
  • boo barry homosexual- actually, my money’s on franken berry. the dude is pink.
  • homemade jerkoff machines- i’m not sure what combination of comments left by you faithful readers produced this hit, but thanks…thanks a bunch.

 

don’t say i didn’t warn you. and remember, i won’t be offended if you just want to be friends.

take your broke @ss home

damn, i’m rusty…and in more ways than one.brokeass

those of you who have read my blog know that i live a nostalgia filled existence fueled by a love of all things retro and a penchant for classic cocktails.

some people do drugs, or smoke crack to escape.

me? i pick a theme night, watch videos on YouTube and throw  back a few well-coordinated adult beverages.

so last saturday night i was feeling kinda 70s – and i decided i just hadn’t heard enough bee gees lately and i really should be dancing.

so i googled up a few disco classics and mixed up the quintessential 70s cocktail – the seagrams 7&7.  i was making myself some tall doubles because…well because that’s how tony manero would have wanted it.

after throwing back a few, i was minding my own business, walking down our shag-carpeted stairs (i know it’s called frise now, but we all know it’s just SHAG redux) and suddenly i realized i was no longer walking. no. i was now sitting and not exactly by choice… and an excrutiating pain was emanating from my ass.

so it appears i have broken my ass and not in a “yippee! we’re going burro riding down the canyon!” kind of way.

no, it appears i have broken my ass in a “holy mother effer,  i have managed to crack up my ass so bad it’s blue and purple and i’m limping around like grandma after she got a new hip” kind of way.

now i’m 4 days into my injury with no light at the end of the pain tunnel. however, i’ve got bigger issues ahead. the hub’s fraternity reunion is this weekend and i need to bring my A partying game.  the hubs is really excited for me to meet his great buds from school with whom he’s formed permanent bonds over masculine rituals like naked kidnapping and the infamous double inverted moon (don’t ask). the brother i’m looking most forward to meeting? ricky nelson AKA “garden party.”

which brings us to this saturday. in celebration of the fraternal festivities, this weekend’s theme is all about the 80s. i’ll be rockin’ a little whitesnake, and the drink of choice? chivas on the rocks. i just may forget about the pain.