Lori’s “Other” Birthday Present

Lori had to go back to work this morning, but with BEING RETIRED AND ALL, I got to go back to bed and rest up after the ‘work out” Lori gave me yesterday. This morning, uh, I mean this afternoon, I got up at 1:10 PM.

THIS WAS THE BIG WEEKEND! I was finally getting that “Other” birthday present Lori promised me. I knew what it was already, so that’s why I think I was so excited the time had finally arrived for me to get it.

When we woke up Saturday morning, I wanted to get right to it, but Lori said no, I had to wait until we did the chores I promised we would do first. You see, Lori’s mom and dad are coming down from Rhode Island for Thanksgiving at Lori’s place. Then next Sunday they will be coming to my place to visit. Since I clean my house less frequently never than most people, and Lori wants her parents to think I’m not a total slacker as far as cleaning goes, we had to get the place cleaned up first.

I knew what that meant.

Saturday was the day we cleaned up the basement and Sunday was the day Lori cleaned my house while I did other chores.

Cleaning my basement on Saturday was something I was dreading. But we had to get all that stuff crap we took off of the boat out of my living room and make room for it in the basement.

(You remember the post I made when Lori helped me clean out my boat? If not, check it out. You’ll find a nice shot of Lori you horn dogs will definitely want to see.)

Here's the junk from the basement I put out to the curb.


Sunday was another day of cleaning only a lot more work. Lori was going to clean my house from top to bottom. You know the drill; both bathrooms, the kitchen, dust the living room, dining room and my bedroom and then vacuum the whole house. It was a project and a half to say the least.

To give you an example of how much work Lori had in store for her, I haven't dusted my dresser in about 3 years. WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You say? I told you I hated cleaning.

A few hours into the cleaning, Lori found time to clean and season a chicken for dinner and get it in a vertical roaster we found in the basement yesterday.


(FYI – The chicken was excellent! She seasoned it with McCormick’s Grill master Montreal Chicken seasoning. I highly recommend it.)

All the while Lori was busting her ass, I was putting together a liquor cabinet that was to go in my dining room.

(If you ask me, I had the easy job. Lori had to clean the whole fucking house. Did I ever tell you how much I hate cleaning?)

The liquor cabinet came in this big ass heavy box and had to be assembled. So I open the box, found the directions and started to work.

"Assemble, qty 2 (A-1) into part T while ........................... ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! WTF are they talking about!!!!!!!!!


"By jove, I think I'm getting the hang of this!"


"I hope these two halves fit together"


HOLY CRAP! They do fit! Here I am with my trusty screw driver, gin and tonic and fully assembled “Other” present.


"What? You mean I'm not done yet?"


Yes, I cleaned up my mess, with Lori's help of course. The last thing left to do is make all this fit.

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Thanks Lori, I love my "other" present!

Baby, I also want to tell you again how much I appreciate you doing all that work this weekend. I hope you will forgive me for being "cleaning impaired".

Do you think maybe, just maybe, that my fat **** and my other special talents help make up for my inability to clean?

I sure hope so.

Love you baby!

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PS
I’ll bet you perverts were thinking the "Other” present had to do with sex, didn’t you? Well, this time you were wrong.

Yes Jillie your right!

We were working to hard on my "OTHER" birthday present from Lori for me to make a post. :-D

In addition to "MANY, MANY" other "ACTIVITIES" this weekend.

Lori kept me so busy, I couldn't get away to make a post even if I wanted to.

Not that I wanted get away mind you. :-D

I'll get into more detail tomorrow.

I've got to go now, Lori's after me to get back to "WORK", heheheheheheheh.....................

FYI! I really love my "Other" birthday present.

Thanks Babe!

Yes Jillie your right!

We were working to hard on my "OTHER" birthday present from Lori for me to make a post. :-D

In addition to "MANY, MANY" other "ACTIVITIES" this weekend.

Lori kept me so busy, I couldn't get away to make a post even if I wanted to.

Not that I wanted get away mind you. :-D

I'll get into more detail tomorrow.

I've got to go now, Lori's after me to get back to "WORK", heheheheheheheh.....................

FYI! I really love my "Other" birthday present.

Thanks Babe!

My Birthday Presents HNT

November 4th was my birthday. I forgot to show you all the stuff Lori got me.


She gave me a birthday card, six shirts, two pairs of slacks, a tie and a bottle of cologne.

But that wasn't all.

Then she gave me my "special present".


Modesty prevents me from going into details about my "special present".

Let's just say if you use your imagination and guess what it is, your probably correct.

;-)


Happy HNT Y'all.

Click here to see what HNT is all about.

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If your interested, you can start reading about my trip to San Diego last week here.

My Birthday Presents HNT

November 4th was my birthday. I forgot to show you all the stuff Lori got me.


She gave me a birthday card, six shirts, two pairs of slacks, a tie and a bottle of cologne.

But that wasn't all.

Then she gave me my "special present".


Modesty prevents me from going into details about my "special present".

Let's just say if you use your imagination and guess what it is, your probably correct.

;-)


Happy HNT Y'all.

Click here to see what HNT is all about.

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If your interested, you can start reading about my trip to San Diego last week here.

Time Sure Flies When Your Having Fun!

I can’t believe we’re back from our trip to San Diego already. Seems like we just left, and now we’re home. Yep, “Time Sure Flies When Your Having Fun!”

We took off from Long Island last Thursday on the 10:35 am flight and landed in San Diego about 7 ½ hours later at 3:00 pm California time. We had a stop in Las Vegas, but didn’t have to change planes.

The flight was fine except that Lori and I didn’t get to sit together. It was a 5-½ hour flight to Las Vegas and we were both stuck in window seats. Our first vacation together and we couldn’t even sit together on the plane. That really sucked, BIG TIME SUCKED.

We flew on Southwest and every seat on the plane was taken. We were one of the last people to board the plane and by the time we got on, there were only single seats available to sit in. I sat on the port side of the plane (left side to those that don’t know what port means) in the window seat; two rows ahead of the window seat Lori sat in.

Southwest doesn’t have assigned seating. They load the plane in groups; A, B and C. You are assigned to a group in the order you confirm the reservation. Sort of like first come, first served.

I forgot to confirm our reservations until late Wednesday night, so being one of the last to confirm, we were assigned to group C. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

I didn’t make that mistake on the way home. We flew back home on Monday, so Sunday morning I signed on the Southwest web site a few minutes before I was allowed to confirm our reservation. I waited until it was exactly 24 hours before fight time and logged in. We were assigned to Group A!!!! That meant we would be one of the first to board the plane, and more importantly, we would be sitting together on the flight home. HURRAY!!!!!!!!

Other than not sitting together on the flight over, we had a really good time the rest of the time. We took 437 pictures on the trip so posting them all is out of the question. It’s going to take some time to pick the ones to post, so please be patient. Here’s a few to tie you over.

We flew to San Diego on Southwest Airlines in this 737 jet.


On the cross country flight, we flew over a lot of places that I don't know the name of, in this order.

I think the pilot said this was Pikes Peak.













This is Lake Meade just outside of Las Vegas.

This is Las Vegas. Notice how brown everything is. YUCK!

They did water the golf courses though. So not everything was brown.


We stopped in Las Vegas to let people off. This is when Lori and I finally got to sit together.

We took off from las Vegas about a half hour after landing and finally we arrived on the West Coast about 1 1/2 hours later. We circled over over San Diego before landing.

Here's a shot of the San Diego airport and the island our hotel was on.


Here's a better shot of the island.


We finally landed in San Diego.

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More to follow when I get a chance. Right now it's time to mix up 6 fucking liters of Colyte and start drinking it in preparation for my colonoscopy tomorrow. Seems that me being old warrants a colonoscopy every ten years to look for polyps, colon cancer or any other stuff that ain't suppose to be up my ass.

Time Sure Flies When Your Having Fun!

I can’t believe we’re back from our trip to San Diego already. Seems like we just left, and now we’re home. Yep, “Time Sure Flies When Your Having Fun!”

We took off from Long Island last Thursday on the 10:35 am flight and landed in San Diego about 7 ½ hours later at 3:00 pm California time. We had a stop in Las Vegas, but didn’t have to change planes.

The flight was fine except that Lori and I didn’t get to sit together. It was a 5-½ hour flight to Las Vegas and we were both stuck in window seats. Our first vacation together and we couldn’t even sit together on the plane. That really sucked, BIG TIME SUCKED.

We flew on Southwest and every seat on the plane was taken. We were one of the last people to board the plane and by the time we got on, there were only single seats available to sit in. I sat on the port side of the plane (left side to those that don’t know what port means) in the window seat; two rows ahead of the window seat Lori sat in.

Southwest doesn’t have assigned seating. They load the plane in groups; A, B and C. You are assigned to a group in the order you confirm the reservation. Sort of like first come, first served.

I forgot to confirm our reservations until late Wednesday night, so being one of the last to confirm, we were assigned to group C. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

I didn’t make that mistake on the way home. We flew back home on Monday, so Sunday morning I signed on the Southwest web site a few minutes before I was allowed to confirm our reservation. I waited until it was exactly 24 hours before fight time and logged in. We were assigned to Group A!!!! That meant we would be one of the first to board the plane, and more importantly, we would be sitting together on the flight home. HURRAY!!!!!!!!

Other than not sitting together on the flight over, we had a really good time the rest of the time. We took 437 pictures on the trip so posting them all is out of the question. It’s going to take some time to pick the ones to post, so please be patient. Here’s a few to tie you over.

We flew to San Diego on Southwest Airlines in this 737 jet.


On the cross country flight, we flew over a lot of places that I don't know the name of, in this order.

I think the pilot said this was Pikes Peak.













This is Lake Meade just outside of Las Vegas.

This is Las Vegas. Notice how brown everything is. YUCK!

They did water the golf courses though. So not everything was brown.


We stopped in Las Vegas to let people off. This is when Lori and I finally got to sit together.

We took off from las Vegas about a half hour after landing and finally we arrived on the West Coast about 1 1/2 hours later. We circled over over San Diego before landing.

Here's a shot of the San Diego airport and the island our hotel was on.


Here's a better shot of the island.


We finally landed in San Diego.

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More to follow when I get a chance. Right now it's time to mix up 6 fucking liters of Colyte and start drinking it in preparation for my colonoscopy tomorrow. Seems that me being old warrants a colonoscopy every ten years to look for polyps, colon cancer or any other stuff that ain't suppose to be up my ass.