CHEAP-ASS RUBS
Got a friend here in Portland, fellow mother, writer, wife, snow prisoner for the last 2 weeks. Every few days we e-mail each other to say, "So, is it funny yet?"
Today she e-mailed, "I'm thinking of moving my office out into the garden shed."
I told her if she did that, I'd move mine out to the freezing/dirty/decrepit detached garage, circa. 1920. Sounded like paradise. I said, "Heat is secondary."
She wrote back, "I'm getting me a cheap-ass rub and a space heater!"
Right now it's a toss up what I need more, the detached working space, or a cheap-ass rub.
7 comments:
Thanks for the chuckle! I so needed it after my post for today!
I could use a cheap ass rub! (I think. What exactly does that mean?)
I could go in so many different directions with "cheap ass rub." Where do I begin?
Is your ass cheap?
Is the rub cheap?
Is "rub" a figure of speech?
Is the rub-ee the cheap one?
Now I'm picturing you out in the shed, no heat, getting your ass rubbed, cheaply.
I've got it. Right?
For some reason a cheap ass rub sounds better than an expensive as rub. (But I am not sure what I am talking about.)
glad I could be inspiring.
I think both a cheap-ass rub and a separate writing space are called for.
It sounds vaguely sexual and intriguing, whatever it is!
Go for both! You're worth it!!!!!
:)LO
I can picture you both out there in your snow-covered shacks, shivering, holding coffee mugs, enjoying your peace and quiet.
I'm not even going to get into the cheap-ass rub part...
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