Bare feet on the blacktop

we haven’t slept in so long that i’m kind of hoping it will just become normal to us and we won’t realize we’re missing out on anything. or that beau will sleep. one of the 2. now that he has an ear infection, he’s decided he should get the cold that sawyer and i have. which means he’s feverish. again. apparently he gets feverish whenever he’s sick. it’s good times here. i just want some rest so badly. and sex. that wouldn’t be bad either.

ugh.

when will it end? the boy doesn’t sleep well in the first place. i feel like we’re being punished.

good thing i got my work done yesterday (and earned a 10% bonus.) 

i ordered a hard cover photo book from shutterfly. thanks to sue, it was $6.99! 🙂 i hope it ships fairly quickly. i got "modern black" b/c i like that professional look and i already scrapbook so we didn’t need another colourful book.

dennis keeps sending me this song and putting it on my fb page b/c he wants to convey somehow how he feels about me, since i feel bad about myself and all:

Long legs, short dress,
girl it fits just like a glove.
High heels, unreal,
no I don’t mind to zip you up.
You’re asking me if you look okay,
well let me put it this way.

It’s like, barefeet on the blacktop,
in the middle of July, hot.
Crawfish steamin’ in a big ol’ pot,
baby, you got me.

Breakin’ out in a full on sweat,
find it hard to catch my breath,
I bet the devil himself is beggin’ for mercy.
H-O-T-T, Hot.
It’s like, bare feet on the blacktop.

Weak knees, got me,
eating right out of your hands.
One touch, blood rush,
no I dont think you understand.
Cute don’t do it, pretty ain’t enough,
no girl, you fire me up.

It’s like, barefeet on the blacktop,
in the middle of July, hot.
Crawfish steamin’ in a big ol’ pot,
baby, you got me.

Breakin’ out in a full on sweat,
find it hard to catch my breath,
I bet the devil himself is beggin’ for mercy.
H-O-T-T, Hot.
Like bare feet on the blacktop.
Here we go!

That’s hot!

Bare feet on the blacktop,
in the middle of July, hot.
Crawfish steamin’ in a big ol’ pot,
baby, you got me.

Breakin’ out in a full on sweat,
find it hard to catch my breath,
I bet the devil himself is beggin’ for mercy.
Jalapeño, red tabasco, caliente, hot.
It’s like, bare feet on the blacktop.

In the middle of July, hot.
Bare feet on the blacktop.

Wheew!

That’s hot!

nice of him, eh? …though i hate country and it’s a terrible song to listen to. it’s nice when read though!

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