Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Still Hot

I still got it.
Even after having 3 kids who did unspeakable things to my bod, been married for almost 9 years and have little time to dedicate to myself or personal grooming. I still have it.
How do I know this? Well, my supermarket tells me so.

Let me start at the beginning, ever since we moved to NH from NJ in February I noticed a strange phenomenon: people are always staring at me. After the first week here I asked E if he had the same thing happen to him, he agreed: New Englanders were starers.
I decided that when people stared at me in the grocery store it was because they haven't seen someone so lovely in so long.
That is my reason and I am sticking to it.

Then just yesterday at the checkout line the bagger in my line who was in his early 20s, decided to make small talk.
I was SO on to him.

Him: So, how is the weather out there?
Implied Sexual undertone: I want to get hot and steamy with you

Him: Wow, 3 kids?
Implied Sexual Undertone: I'll still bang you

Him: Do you want your milk in a bag?
Implied Sexual Undertone: Too many things to even type. I mean really!


It is getting to the point where I can't even leave the house with no makeup, 3 kids, and dark circles under my eyes anymore!
I won't even get into the free cheese my octogenarian deli counter man.

9 comments:

  1. That is hilarious! I love reading your blog...I know it will put a smile on my face even with 2 screaming kids in the background!

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  2. Thank you Jodi, I needed that today!

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  3. Damn, I'm moving to NH if I can get those types of comments!

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  4. Jodi. You've still got it, fo sho! Lets start a free blog where people can donate money to us so we can purchase our dream domain names and see our ideas "flourish" ;-) I think ppl would do it lol. K bye :)

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  5. Dang it, your name isn't Jodi. You've got me all confused! lol.

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  6. Maybe you should stop wearing your bra on the outside. Cheers! K.

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  7. What until the old man at the deli offers you a chunk of his bologna. That seems to happen every time I'm at Target, and I was thinking it was because I apparently look like a woman who enjoys the random chunk of actual bologna, but now that I read this I'm think I'm go with your plan!

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  8. I AM DYING. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That is awesome!!!

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  9. Oh my gosh, too funny!

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