Had a 70’s porno moment today.

No, I wasn’t looking at 70’s porno.

I was out mowing the lawn in 95 degree heat, so I had the shirt off, suntan lotion on, and was nasty nasty. The neighbor chick from across the street rolls out while I’m mowing the patch nearest her house. She’s wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a tank top, and she starts watering her flowers. Bending over a lot. Ass in the air, or deliberately looking up at me. If she didn’t live with the creepiest guy in the neighborhood, I would have gone over there for sheer comic value. But I do have a thing against finding my dick in the bathtub and a creepy neighbor standing over me with scissors. Which seems eminently possible with this guy.

Aced the interviews with all 3 people from PriceWaterhouse Coopers today. That felt really good. Then the Hurricanes beat the Devils 2-1 and the ESA was hopping.

A definite 70’s porno day. Yeah. (Well, not really, since I didn’t bang any of the interviewers. But almost.)