50's music on at the bakery. Nothing that could lead to me blogging about necrophiliac crooners or cougars with VD or anything. Slow sock-hop type songs. Told MyPoolBoy that it made me want him to take me dancing so I could grope him in the dark. He just grunted. I'm not sure if that was a Yes grunt or a no grunt. My translation skills are waning.
I gotta get it figured out before this afternoon though cuz I need him to do some Dremeling on my tortoise-shell-rhinestone-cateye shades today. Dremeling. I'm not sure exactly how one would go about conjugating Dremel as a verb, and as close as conjugate is to the word conjugal, I am not sure I'm going to get into it with MyPoolBoy.
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