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Not One Cent Of Luck...
Not One Cent Of Luck...
"See a penny,pick it up, and all day long you'll have good luck."
It was yesterday and the penny was "heads". I picked it up and I'm still waiting for my good luck.
Let me recap...
Yesterday, we both woke up around 9 am and tired from the night before. I made coffee and tea followed by a quick breakfast for the both of us. Nope...no sex was to be had. Mr. Prag was burnt out and he also exhibited signs of female PMSing. I fully expected him to start complaining about a certain bloated feeling in his abdomen and tender nipples. We then blogged together and the morning soon became afternoon.
My son came home and started giving me a hard time about having to go out to eat dinner. (I hadn't gone to the grocery store this past weekend) My son began shouting, "I don't want to go! I'm not hungry...I'm not going...I'm not getting dressed." You get the picture. He was breaking my tits! Meanwhile, Mr. Prag was waiting impatiently in the car.
Last night, the restaurant we first drove to, lost their electricity in the middle of our order. Meanwhile, my son is just eating this fact up with a spoon. My son said, "This is stupid. See, we shouldn't have gone out to eat. This place sucks. Can we go home now? I don't want to be here anyways!"
The second restaurant we went to had booths the size of a small foreign car. The booths were low to the ground and had very small seats. My boobs were just about on top of the table. Therefore, it was difficult for me to eat over my dinner plate. Meanwhile, my son is doing his immature routine. Playing with his food...talking too loud...using every napkin available...unable to sit still. I experience this behavior every time my son comes back from a weekend at his Father's. All the meanwhile, Mr. Prag is shooting me "that look" from across the table. The look says, "Get your son under control!!" Out of disgust, Mr. Prag began to stare out one widow of the restaurant and ignore not only my son but also me throughout the meal. Ah yes, a nice Sunday family meal.
Once home we both crashed in our living room and an hour later we are checking our blog. Mr. Prag still feeling the effects from the night before and still PMSing had little to no patience with the speed in which this site moves. Mid-conversation...he just got up from his chair and leaves me sitting in the computer room by myself. I think, "Alrighty then!" I do my thing on here and then join Mr. Prag out in the living room. "What wrong with you?", I ask him. "Nothing.", he replied. Hmmm, he is even starting to sound like a woman too! You know that women have a way of saying the words...FINE, NOTHING, OKAY, and really mean just the opposite of those words.
Mr. Prag was over tired, over stressed by the his week at work and my son's behavior. He probably should have slept later then he did. He shouldn't let work and my son's actions get to him. Sometimes, he needs to lighten up and relax. I'm sure he would have been happier with a home cooked meal verses restaurant fare. And finally, even though he was tired...I believe he needed a ball busting orgasmic release for his tensions. I should have just gotten on top and talked dirty to him. Maybe it would have brought us both some good luck.
Do you believe in the luck of a penny?
8/21/2006 9:07 am
next time .. just come to muffy's cafe.. I always wondered .. where was the luck for the person that lost the penny.. hope you both have a better week |
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8/21/2006 9:28 am
I am not really superstitious, hopefully Mr Prags is feeling better!|
I'll have a cafe, mocha, vodka, valium latte to go please!
Good girls go to heaven.....bad girls go down!!
8/21/2006 4:01 pm
Well I can't answer your question but I do know one thing, if I see a penny on the ground, from now on I'm walking over it...|
Hope Mr. Prag is feeling better today!
hugs to you both