Weekly Winners (April 29 – May 5)

Started by the lovely Lotus, Weekly Winners is a fun little thing bloggers do to showcase some of their favorite photos from the previous week.

Visit Lotus’ site and check out her various entries, and find other participants. See some amazing photos brought to you by bloggers around the world. Leave a little love when you do — its like food for the soul!

 

Photos taken using my Droid Razr or a Sony DSLR A230.
View all of my photos on my Flickr stream.

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172: Blue bottle
Blue
Measuring spoons
Measuring
173: Fire
Fire
174: Tugboat
Tugboat
Stack of quarters
Stack
Writer's Night
Tom
Glass of wine
Wine
177: Frank Taylor
Frank

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Saturdays are perfect for…

…relaxing on the couch with a cup of coffee and the DVR.

…going out for a drive.

…weddings.

…a bike ride.

…pedicures.

…spring cleaning the house to get ready for another week.

…supper out with friends, family and/or your love.

…working in the garden and mowing the lawn.

…sleeping late.

…long hot bubble baths.

…sporting events.

…absolutely anything!

Workin’ it

Working in a bar seems to mean to some patrons, “Hit on me.”

I’m not saying I get hit on a lot, but it happens occasionally. I always diffuse it with something like, “You’d have to ask my husband.” Or, “Thank you, but I’m happily married.”

But last night… last night was epic.

I ended up playing along just to see how far the guy would go. Tall tales abound about his various “impressive antics” as he tried to convince me to go to supper with him.

“It isn’t a date! Just two friends getting to know each other!”

I declined.

“I have a fast car. Do you like cars?”

*facepalm*

“I’ve been pulled over 18 times and never gotten a ticket.”

Riiiight.

“When do you get off work?”

The fun part was how by the end of his attempts, my husband was standing beside me taking it all in as well.

As the guy left, my husband asked why I didn’t pull the married card. I shrugged and said that they guy was spinning his wheels with me. I said no. That should have been enough.

Besides, sometimes being hit on becomes like listening to old men talk about fishing. The further it goes, the taller the tale…

The wife of a touring musician tells it like she sees it…

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