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Lori, Carla, Norma
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Date Posted: 23:02:49 11/16/03 Sun
Weeds, flowers, dirt, smirt....why did I have to weed the garden? It's too d**n hot out here to working, at least theres decent tunes on the radio..
Pulling the last weed, she stands and admires her weed free gardens. The DJ blasting loud she...
Blaring from the nearby radio is the latest offering off the new album This Left Feels Right. This makes the day seem even hotter as the musical magic just pours out. One can feel each emotion of the band members coming through. And with the sunlight of a new day streaming down into the dew left from the night before adding to the already bright colors beside me.....
What the?" the screeching of breaks and crunching of metal upon metal throws a large monkey wrench into my pefect morning..."d**n Fools!!! When will they learn to slow down in that d**n curve?!"
d**n that probably means that whoever was in that car will be at my door looking to make a phone call or whatever. I suppose I should go see if anyone is injured. Well there goes my front lawn again. Geez. Rounding the corner of my house I see that there are some men getting out of the car so it looks like injuries are minimal....
D**n, can't you drive any better than that!?" I hear the tall, dark haired man question the driver. As I round the side of the my house I spot the remains of what use to be a flower bed with a standing mailbox. "Excuse me,....
But are you going to .... Well replace my mailbox is what I was going to say but my voice just quit as I really got a good look at the 5 guys getting out of that car. The long legs unfolded from the tall dark haired man, not to mention those getting out of the bacx seat. The driver with a mop of curly dirty blonde hair and sunglasses on just turned to his passengers, shrugged and smiled. Da** I thought to myself those are some goooooood looking men. The heck with the mailbox. As I strained to catch the voices all I caught was some good natured swearing, and a definitive Jersey accent.......
Giving myself a quick brush off and smoothing my hair into some simbulance of order I saunter over and casually ask, "Excuse me, is anyone hurt?" Turning towards me the tall dark haired one responds smiling, "My pride and apparently your mailbox and flowers. Know any first aid for those?"
Just the sight of this man standing before me causes me to flush a rosey pink. Looking down I notice my prize rose bush battered and twisted in the grill of the car. My mail box was snapped off and lying on the hood. Looking back at the tall, dark, handsome man I respond "I don't think there is anything that can fix those and as for your pride, take it out on him, I'll watch!" smiling I point to the driver....
So, I just stood there to watch the show. The driver opting to charm his way out of this decided to come to plead his case. Man, there is nothing like seeing a good looking guy on bended knee begging forgiveness. And just for some flowers and a mailbox. So while I had some fun listening and all, the 4 other men stood their laughing at the driver. I have to say he made a good case. I took pity on all of them and offered my phone, some drinks, and my patio......
accepting my offer I lead the way to the back patio where we can discuss the damage to my property. Once all have made themselves comfortable, I retreat to the kitchen. Gathering a pitcher of Ice tea and enough glasses for my unexpected guests I'm startled by the sound of a screeching woman. Turning I spot my best friend and neighbor, "Lani" through the screen door.
" Good God woman, get a grip, never seen strangers before!?" I think to myself as I head back to the patio to calm her Down...
Then again Lani always did have a hard time dealing with a gorgeous man and a megawatt smile. I can only imagine with 5 of them out there on the patio. Especially this guy with the movie star type looks and light brown hair. His smile could light up the darkest spot. So I head through the patio door just in time to hear the tall dark haired man offer to help as he jumps to hold the door. He takes the pitcher of tea from my hands and his touch is electric......
He takes the pitcher of tea from my hands and his touch is electric......
I knock the pitcher, with my elbow, at that touch. Tea spills over the side drenching his chest and my shoe. "OH $&!% !" Exploded from both of us. Laughing the wiry blonde man said "Jinx!!! You owe me a coke!!! Quick, one of you say that!" Catching on quickly we both respond "Jinx! You owe me a coke!!" The room explodes in laughter.
Meanwhile Lani found her voice. She chose that moment to utter, "Melissa, ummm do you know who these men are?". Sure, I replied, that one there (I point to the curly blonde) hit my mailbox and ran over my flower garden. The rest were all in the car with him. So she comes over to me as I set the glasses down and look for a towel to mop the mess up. She whispers, I mean, do you KNOW who they are. What the heck,does she think I was born under a rock? Of course I KNOW who they are. Just trying to act calm, cool, collected and try not to die thinking that I touched my favorite idol of all time. Meanwhile the shorter spanish looking guy found a towel and helped to clean the mess up.
I apologize to Richie for being such a clutz. Taking his tea soaked shirt off I almost faint right there. I was doing just fine until Lani had to remind who was sitting on my patio. "breath deep and relax " I tell myself. Smiling I take his shirt and offer him a towel. "I'll just give this a quick wash for you, I really am sorry?" I plead.....
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