After whining and being a general pain in the backside, I have received my itinerary for the summer.
And no, I won’t be travelling to the states, just regional venues.
The fun of this is I get to stay with two of my bitches, and there is another to do my bidding.
Of course there is Skinny Bitch. Can’t wait to see her!
I have a man-bitch in the same city where she lives. He drives me to see my Grammie, and usually takes me out to dinner while he’s at it. I’ll call him my Port City Bitch. He’s really awesome. He talks a mile a minute, and never fails to make me laugh. I think at first he made himself useful to me in order to get close to Skinny Bitch. (Every man is a sucker for SB.) But we’re pretty good friends now. I really enjoy my Port City Bitch.
My third bitch is another man-bitch. We’ve been BFF’s since high school. I’ll call him BFF bitch. He is bar none, the BEST!
His wife is a very smart woman, and conversationally engaging. We get along well, but I take umbrage that she abuses my bitch. When she said one time that she wished she had a bitch too, I reminded her that you have to praise your bitch, and never call him arsehole.
I do love all three of my bitches. Am I a lucky woman or what?
