Have I ever mentioned the fact that I have GREAT friends??

Moving has been hard… and although I’ve blogged a lot about Damon and his moving-related trauma, I’ve tried to refrain from whining too much about myself and how much I MISS HOME (at least I think I have!).

But apparently my friends know me too well and see right through me.

This afternoon, I was lounging on the couch, watching the clock, waiting for it to be time to rescue Damon from the bus stop, when suddenly both dogs went berzerk. Then the doorbell rang. I couldn’t imagine who would be standing at MY door… as I fought to shove both dogs out of the way, I opened the door to find my friendly, smiling UPS man. Everyone loves to see the UPS man at their door, right?

Only I knew I hadn’t ordered anything recently… even better! Someone sent me a GIFT! weeeeee! I noticed the package was from Amazon, so that was my first clue. Only one person ever sends me gifts from Amazon (and have I ever told you how much I love her for that? I do, I really do). And when I ripped the box open and lifted out this book, there was no doubt in my mind that it was, in fact, from my fellow book and porn lover, Angie. I laughed so hard, just from the title of the book… then went in search of the gift slip, which read:

“Something fun for you to read to help pick up your mood. Enjoy! Miss you 🙂 –Angie”

I miss you, too, Angie. And super huge thanks for making my day/week/month! Now, I’ll be reading about porn before bed, and… ummm… thinking of you?? Nahhh, that’s not weird or anything! lol

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8 Responses to Have I ever mentioned the fact that I have GREAT friends??

  1. Angela James says:

    lolol, you’re welcome!

    I hope you think it’s as funny as I did!

  2. Diane says:

    Erin – when I think of you and porn only one thought comes into my head – your description of the video that a certain someone had with two “ladies” in it. For your benefit I hope the book doesn’t have a scene like that in it! 🙂

  3. ErinRagan says:

    Diane, I think you make this stuff up, lol. Since when did I have an aversion to girl/girl porn?? I think you have me confused with one of your Catholic friends. lolol

  4. Maria says:

    Erin, doesn’t your Dad read this blog?

  5. ErinRagan says:

    lol. Why yes, yes he does, Maria. I’m sure he’ll be along shortly with a smartass comment for us!

    My grandparents read this blog, too. hmmmmm. I’m pretty sure they’ll still love me anyway.

  6. fireflymom says:

    LOL

  7. Shayna says:

    LOL!

  8. Diane says:

    Erin – I’m not trying to be all graphic on your family blog but oh well – it wasn’t really the girl on girl action that made you have the aversion. And it wasn’t really an aversion. It was what the girls were doing. Now do you remember?
    It was the slapping. And not of either area that you might think. After you came home and mentioned seeing it, we all just talked about, “really? That’s what does it for him? Seeing girls get their hoo-ha’s slapped? Really?”
    And I was just saying I hope you don’t have a scene that emulates that because, let’s face it. when you’re reading a porn book you most certainly don’t want to have to stop reading to think, “really? that’s what they’re doing?”

    Now go enjoy your new read!

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Have I ever mentioned the fact that I have GREAT friends??

Moving has been hard… and although I’ve blogged a lot about Damon and his moving-related trauma, I’ve tried to refrain from whining too much about myself and how much I MISS HOME (at least I think I have!).

But apparently my friends know me too well and see right through me.

This afternoon, I was lounging on the couch, watching the clock, waiting for it to be time to rescue Damon from the bus stop, when suddenly both dogs went berzerk. Then the doorbell rang. I couldn’t imagine who would be standing at MY door… as I fought to shove both dogs out of the way, I opened the door to find my friendly, smiling UPS man. Everyone loves to see the UPS man at their door, right?

Only I knew I hadn’t ordered anything recently… even better! Someone sent me a GIFT! weeeeee! I noticed the package was from Amazon, so that was my first clue. Only one person ever sends me gifts from Amazon (and have I ever told you how much I love her for that? I do, I really do). And when I ripped the box open and lifted out this book, there was no doubt in my mind that it was, in fact, from my fellow book and porn lover, Angie. I laughed so hard, just from the title of the book… then went in search of the gift slip, which read:

“Something fun for you to read to help pick up your mood. Enjoy! Miss you 🙂 –Angie”

I miss you, too, Angie. And super huge thanks for making my day/week/month! Now, I’ll be reading about porn before bed, and… ummm… thinking of you?? Nahhh, that’s not weird or anything! lol

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One Response to Have I ever mentioned the fact that I have GREAT friends??

  1. Diane says:

    Erin – when I think of you and porn only one thought comes into my head – your description of the video that a certain someone had with two “ladies” in it. For your benefit I hope the book doesn’t have a scene like that in it! 🙂

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