roasted peanuts and sleep

last night we went to the horse races. it was surprisingly fun!
although i was darn tired.
but dollar beer and dollar hot dogs. and the ponies the pretty ponies!
monk lost some money (under $20)
somebody made $20
there was an 80's cover band inside that played between races..
the grandstand was FULL of under30's.. because the dollar deal was for those under 30. a way to pull people in i guess. and it worked! it was packed! and people would stand up and holler and shout when the horses went around the bend. and it was very exciting.
we bet on Yak Attak. but he didn't win. how could a horse named yak attack NOT WIN?
other than that i picked my horse based on their bad odds or t heir pretty shiny coat.
buckskins were my favorites.
after i read this entry by dooce, i just had to know. monk honey, would you pick up my poop?. but i k new the answer was yes. that boy is a keeper. and when he leans up on one arm as he's getting out of bed, there's a really nice bunched up muscle in his shoulder that i like to make ooh aahh noises over. that's all folks.
godzilla is very feisty this morning and insists on nibbling my toes. that sounds innocuous but he has teeth taht are sharper than razor blades, so my toes are , i admit...fighting back a little with small kicks .if i give him a concussion it's his own bitey fault.
i need a shower. i still smell like roasted peanuts and sleep.

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