I'm all happy touchy feely over Michael Phelps and Ryan Lochte from the US Swim Team, and all THEIR happy touchy feely-ness in the clips they show of them. They're close friends out of the water, competitors in it, and touching all the time. mmm...wet skin, fingers, hugs, head clutches, gaaahhhhh

My mind has gone to that very lovely, naughty place.

Lovely, no? Figures.

I'm feeling down in the dumps and then I get an email message that someone left a comment for me on YouTube, which perked me up for a brief moment, until I realize it's someone commenting on my kids' made-up roller coaster in the back yard as "dumb".

Yeah, well, FUCK YOU, TOO. *clicks 'remove'*

And then spam hit my yahoo box. A HOOKER subj: HOME

Didn't even open it. SPAM.

We've hit the point at work where all three of my direct supervisors managed to overlap three vacations. One will be back Monday, the other Wednesday, and the other the following Monday.

Which leaves me and LB trying to figure it all out, lol.

Oh, well, I have a barbecue to attend tonight and a lot of loud jets flying overhead.