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Purse Lust

Something you may not know about Aquarians is that we have this tendency to crave things. Not just anything. But one specific thing. Until we get that 'thing' we are insatiable and dissatisfied with everything. I speak true.

I have craved peanut butter filled pretzels and driven my family nuts while I when from store to store for my current 'must have.'

I drank four gallons of inferior soda to quench a thirst for Diet Pepsi and Pepsi Max and yet remained parched, waiting for my real fix.

My latest craving was for a black leather purse. Ahh, but not any black leather purse would do. It had to have dual shoulder straps, have lots of zippered pockets and a nice wide space for my cell phone that would make it easy to access. I obsessed for weeks, driving my sister crazy. After so long, the odds were against me finding my perfect purse, especially at a quasi-outlet mall né country square tourist trap in Alabama, yet that is exactly what happened.

As I rummaged the walls of ye-hoe-down, I spotted a purple purse to die for. Studded and sparkley, ribboned and bowed, the purse made my little heart sing...except for one thing. It was purple. Wah!!! I want, need, desire a black purse. I checked the price tag. $69.99. Too much to pay for an imperfect purple bag. Imperfect because it wasn't black. Dare I risk buying it and dyeing it?

Turning toward sis for advice, I spotted the same purse only in black, half hidden behind a hideous white purse with rhinestones and patent leather prom night ruffles. The price was even better—$39.99! I snatched it up and felt this immense relief and satisfaction only another Aquarian could possibly understand.

I love my new purse. But ya know, lately I've been eyeing my old beat up checkbook wallet and it soo doesn't match the new purse...
;-)
Until next time ~
Cass

Romance Cover or Support Hose Packaging?

I recently picked up a pair of specialty hose for my mum who is diabetic and had to remark on the cover art for the packaging. I swear it looks like they took it from an ’80′s Harlequin cover. Very mysterious and sexy, probably an Intrigue.  :-)

I decided the girl on the box shouldn’t have all the fun, so I got a pair too. Now, where are the hot, suave, rich guys with their own yachts? Point us at ‘um. :P

Sex With Salsa

My college pal and long time friend Jan, emailed me last night with a question. Would salsa burn the skin? Huh? Was she going to pop it in the microwave first or something?

No, she said she just wondered because her current studly liked to do body shots with the hot blend of salsa.

Well, I know that some chile peppers contain more “heat” and the juice and seeds can irritate and even blister the skin if kept in direct contact—but would the salsa? I just didn’t know. I suggested she coax him to try a milder version.

Then I told her if she gave it a try, I wanted all the details! LOL

I just know that somehow this will end up in one of my stories.
Don’t you just love adventurous friends? ;-)

*Update* Jan spilled some of the details later that week, which I won't repost on this blog, but the advice she gave was to do a skin test first and make sure you're not going to get a reaction you don't want.  Eeps! Also, about four months after dating her sexy salsa king, they broke up. In the intervening years I've tried to play matchmaker, with no luck. Finally, in 2010, she met the man of her dreams and they've been dating ever since. Congrats, Jan. Wishing you the best as always.

Love,
Cass