It’s hard to believe it has been a year since my last pappuccino. My doctor is great, very thorough. “She felt me up more than any of my last three lays – combined,” I told That’s Not Chinese. “At least she didn’t tell you that she could tell you hadn’t been with a man in some time,” That’s Not Chinese responded. “No, she definitely didn’t tell me that.”
A few hours later, Dr. BJ phoned to invite me to watch American Idol at his house. He and his friends are total AI junkies. I thanked him for the invitation and told him I would love to come. “I hope you don’t mind hanging around a lot of gay boys,” he warned. “Girl, please,” I snapped. Literally. I snapped and hung up the phone. Like I told That’s Not Chinese the other night, “Three snaps and I’m done.”
FatGirl was one of the gays in attendance and could not get enough of Jennifer Lopez – he adores her. “Isn’t she pretty?” he asked us. Before any of us could agree he added, “I feel like I’m looking in the mirror.” I was in charge of sweets and had stopped at the local grocer for some cookies. Dr. BJ took the first bite. “Oh, these cookies are hard,” he said while eating the cookie. ” We’ve bought them before and have found when they’re small, they’re hard.” FatGirl giggled.
D-Dog arrived with Casera and they immediately went for the cookies. “They’re hard,” I warned.” “Mmmm, that’s ok,” said D-Dog while savoring the cookie, “I like ’em hard.” “Me too,” said FatGirl. “I wasn’t going to touch that,” said Casera. “Oh, I would,” FatGirl giggled and added, “I’d touch anything that’s hard.” Three (ginger) snaps later and we were all out of there.