So here I am, trying to write about Nicky putting out for me without straying into R-rated territory.. And people, I’m not having much luck with it. So instead, I’m going to do something different. I’m going to tell you the story of how I fell in love with Nicky. I’ve told you this story before, but I think Nicky’s awesome enough that she deserves to hear it again.
It was a beautiful spring day. It could also have been fall, or winter, or even summer, I can’t really remember, but it’s not important to the story anyway, so just go with it.
It was a beautiful spring/fall/winter/summer day. Of course, since I can’t even remember what time of year it was, I can’t really say for sure that it was a beautiful day. It could very well have been raining small popular mammals or snowing or even just been overcast and dull. Finnish weather isn’t very predictable and I can’t be expected to remember what the weather was like that beautiful spring day. Anyway, let’s just get on with the story.
|Small popular mammal.|
It was a beautiful/rainy/overcast/gray/snowy spring/fall/winter/summer day. Come to think of it, it probably wasn’t even day, what with the time zones and all. It was probably in the middle of the night and I should have been in bed hours ago and I probably had to work the next day and I probably spent all day at work yawning like Mike’s faceless skull, and then I probably took a nap after work, which shifted my internal clock forward to make me more internet-adapted, but at the same time making me less work-adapted and less Finland-adapted, which eventually resulted in the permanent black circles I have under my eyes now as a result of living on four hours of sleep every night.
Back to the story.
It was a beautiful/rainy/overcast/gray/snowy spring/fall/winter/summer day/night/evening/morning. You know, it probably didn’t even happen in one day or night at all. Now that I think about it, it happened over time, slowly but surely, like the sun slowly growing and expanding until it eventually kills everything on this planet in a raging inferno of fire and brimstone, souls screaming in agony and babies crying for their mommy, but less gruesome and more sweet.
Okay, that doesn’t really work story-wise, either. I think it’s best if we just start over completely, don’t you think?
The first time she commented on my blog, I thought she was a man. She spelled her name weirdly, like a man, and she grabbed her balls a lot, too. Or so I thought, but as it turned out, she didn’t have any balls so I guess she mostly just grabbed her man’s balls. Or maybe she didn’t grab any balls at all and that’s something I made up just now. I really don’t know, I’m writing this at work and I think my brain is still asleep because I stayed up too late reading her blog again.
|Magic 8-ball, shown here with small popular mammal.|
Not relevant to the story.
I’m really not doing the story justice.
I love Nicky, okay?! And I have to tell you, she gives awesome Skype.
This post is part of Nicky and Mike’s 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge. Today’s prompt is You better put out. Go check out We Work For Cheese for a list of the other participants. *
Hey Ziva! Nicky has a charm it's hard to resist, it's true. I mean, look at us all, writing every day for a month; man, she's got some moves. By the way, I'm loving the small, popular mammals! Though that lad looks pretty big to me. Indigo xReplyDelete
You know I love you, right? I love you even though you write about me and include pictures of small popular mammals. It makes me oddly happy.ReplyDelete
I live to make you oddly happy, my gorgeous Canadian.ReplyDelete
She sure is amazing, I could never in a million years make a whole bunch of people get together and post something on a certain topic every day for an entire month.ReplyDelete
Damn... maybe I'm going to have to check out that Skype thing after all. Some beautiful/rainy/overcast/gray/snowy/spring/fall/winter/summer/day.ReplyDelete
No, not at all.ReplyDelete
You know, I live 2 hours away from Nicky and often am in Montreal. One of these days/nights/mornings/evenings/afternoons I've got to look her up...and down...and over...ReplyDelete
What a lovely bit of writing!ReplyDelete
And we have Indigo to thank for pimping you out to his FaceBook crowd.
Would you two get a room already? ;)ReplyDelete
Any time, Dufus! Any time!!ReplyDelete
I am incredibly jealous now.ReplyDelete
Bless him. :) Thank you so much for stopping by to say hi, Pearl, I'm glad you liked the post. :)ReplyDelete
Let me know when you do, Boom Boom!ReplyDelete
Ohh, that's a great idea. ;)ReplyDelete
Well, now that was interesting. :)ReplyDelete
"She gives awesome Skype."
Nice work overall here, Ziva. I enjoyed it.
Great post. I hope somebody options this story for a movie, too. I'd see it. Twice.ReplyDelete
Hey, I'm glad you cleared up how you two met. ;) By the way, that is an adorable small popular mammal.ReplyDelete
My cat did not like your small popular mammal photos but he has asked to go live with Nicky. You see, I told him it rains small unpopular rodents in Canada.ReplyDelete
She wrote a comment on your blog!!! Now I am jealous. How on earth did you get her to do that, and more importantly did she make you promises on the first day?ReplyDelete
Seeing Nicky "in the flesh" so to speak is an experience like no other I have ever had. While skyping with Nicky and Max is fun, it was even more fun playing dress up with her. Ziva, she is lucious! I love her too. She is my Princess Winter/Fall/Summer/Spring 24/7.ReplyDelete
Oh Linda, I am so incredibly jealous that you two got to meet each other. I wish I lived closer. :)ReplyDelete
I have no idea what I did, I think I just sort of flipped my hair a little and batted my eyelashes at her. You should try it!ReplyDelete
Oh my, I think my small popular mammal might want to join Oreo kitty in Canada now.ReplyDelete
Darth Vader (aka Pepsi), is just too cute. I still can't get over how adorable he is. :)ReplyDelete
I think someone should make Dufus' post into a movie. I'd see it. Over and over again.ReplyDelete
Thanks, P.J, I'm glad you liked it. ;)ReplyDelete
The cat and the ball picture. CLASSIC!ReplyDelete
Isn't it hilarious how the most random things become prompts?ReplyDelete
I totally enjoyed every word of your story. I love the way you tell a story. Or don't tell a story. Or tell a story without telling the story. Whatever, It worked. You made me laugh and that is a tough task these days. You know what I love even more? I love that you and Nicky and driving these men crazy. Way to go!ReplyDelete
Hah! Thanks, Malisa! Drivin men crazy is what Nicky and I do best. Skyping being a close second.. Anyway, I'm glad I could make you laugh, it sounds like you needed a laugh. :)ReplyDelete
Oh yes. Hilarious. Totally.ReplyDelete
I just love a cat that knows how to play with balls.ReplyDelete