January 12, 2006
What? Sometimes I sit around in a martini glass. So?
No one ever mentioned that my olive was hairy.


26 Comments:

Blogger Emily said...

I always thought of it as linty.

Come back soon. I thought with your joblessness, we'd hear from you more. :)

Blogger mysterygirl! said...

Well, ladies don't speak of such things. :)

Blogger A Unique Alias said...

Is "olive" what the girls are calling it, these days?

Blogger Keith said...

I see pimento fringe.

Blogger Megan said...

You know, they have hot tubs shaped like martini glasses in honeymoon suites of hotels in The Poconos. Which means you could actually sit around in a martini glass. And so could The Beau.

Gee, I thought the olive was just fuzzy from being repeated dropped on the ground. May I suggest a Poetic Waxing kit from Bliss?

Blogger Thérèse said...

Well, (gestures) most everyone's olive starts out that way, so...

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Kris, I was going to mention it, but I didn't want you to think that I was looking at your olives.

Blogger Sizzle said...

um, gross. thanks for point that out.

;) sizz

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think I just spit my water all over my monitor. Hairy olives....you never know what you'll find...HIL.A.RIOUS Kris..

Blogger Megarita said...

I thought it was squirting from being lanced on that enormous swizzle. Is that worse?

Blogger egan said...

What's an olive tree then?

Blogger Kim said...

Kris, how many times do I have to tell you that there is a time and a place to discuss your olives?

Blogger Unknown said...

I just thought it be impolite to admit I had been ogling your olive.

Blogger t2ed said...

I thought it was a shiny patina of liquor from being dunked in your glass. Rivulets of nectar from the gods. Sweet booze, take me away.

Blogger kris said...

So some of you HAD noticed it! Too funny.

Megan, you wouldn't be referring to beautiful Mount Airy Lodge, would you? ;)

Blogger missbhavens said...

I always thought it was antennae.

Blogger babyjewels said...

I thought it was some subliminal thing. Like a J for Jewels. Only child syndrome. DON'T YOU JUDGE ME!

Blogger c said...

I never noticed that, but I did notice a suspicious stain on your dress; near the thigh.

What *have* you been doing?

Blogger Jessica said...
Blogger Bill said...

I didn't notice it. I was looking at your feet. I thought, "What happened to her damn shoes?" Later I thought, "What happened to her damn toes? That lady ain't got no damn toes!"

Does that make balance difficult?

Blogger MKD said...

By “olive” do you mean “vagina?”

Blogger Mair said...

What is a blog for, if not to speak of one's olives and pontificate on their hair or lint or lack thereof?

Blogger NARDAC said...

not only is it hairy, it's ENORMOUS!

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Do I RAELLY want to visit your neck of the woods?

I mean...REALLY!

J

PS: Way to go! :)

Blogger Megan said...

Yes, yes, yes Mount Airy!

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