shopkeeper shook her head in disgust. "Everyone knows who Porky Pig's girlfriend is."
Jodie changed the channel. "Well, there's Judge Judy, or Oprah..."
"Please, if I hear Dr. Phil tell one more woman she's a hopeless obese loser I'll hunt him down and kill him myself. Gimme that..." she said, snatching away the remote. "Trading Spaces is on."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. It's all about Amy Winn."
"Damn right." Cayden sat back and watched with interest. "See? Look at her, she's hot."
"Please. What carpenter in their right mind wear shorts and a tank top to cut wood." Jodie teased.
"You just wish you had her boobs." Cayden shot back.
The bell over the door tinkled and the two women sat up straight and smiled.
"Hello, Ladies." A short, fey man with wavy orange hair, plaid boxer shorts and a pink tank top sashayed in carrying a perfectly groomed if not overweight Shih Tzu.
"Hi there, Butch." Jodie said and then turned her head so not to snicker in his face.
Cayden smiled and kicked Jodie under the counter. It was an ironic twist of fate that a man that effeminate would be named Butch.
"How are you, Cayden, Honey? Whew! Is it ever hot out there, I'm shvitzing like an ape!" He declared, fanning himself with his free hand.
If you put down that fat throw pillow... Jodie thought.
"Oh I know! I am eternally grateful for the AC. What can I get you, Butch? Did Anna-Nicole like the vanilla cookies?"
"Oh she loved them. A little too much, she's never going to lose weight if I get her any more... OOO! Is that Trading Spaces?" He asked, leaning over the counter and nearly choking the women with Aramis.
Cayden stood up to get some fresh air and nodded. "Yup, it just started."
"Oh yay! Who's in the tank top today? Ty?" Butch asked excitedly.
"Nope, apparently god's gift to lesbians, Amy Winn is on this episode." Jodie said, coming out from around the counter to find the dietetic cookies.
"Hmph." He pouted. "She's ok, but Ty's much hunkier. He's just so yummy!"
"Ooo, them's fightin' words." the waitress joked.
"Amy Winn rocks." Cayden cheered as they showed said carpenter.
"Ty!"
"Amy!"
"TY!"
"Children, do I have to separate you?" Jodie said, shaking her finger at them. "Here's some diet cookies for Anna-Nicole. Speaking of, do you watch her show?"
Butch examined the package of treats as he spoke. "Of course we do. My little sweetie loves the show. I, personally, am a little worried about the woman. Ok, these look good, and I need a pack of tinkle pads."
Cayden rang him up while Jodie retrieved the wee-wee pads. "I can't watch the show. It's like a train wreck. Besides, I think Kimmy has the hots for Anna."
"Oh no kidding, that's no secret. I'm sure they're doing it in a closet somewhere away from the cameras." Butch giggled, paying for the items.
"Ugh. please, don't give me that image. I have a date tonight." Jodie said with a sour face.
Cayden handed Butch his package. "Take it sleazy Butch, see ya soon."
"You take care too, Cayden. Thanks for the diet cookies, Jodie."
"Amy Winn." Cayden snuck in as he was walking out the door.
"TY!" He shouted as the door closed.
"You are such a brat." Jodie said, plopping herself back onto the stool.
Cayden stuck her tongue out and harrumphed watching Butch traipse across the street. "You know, I'll never understand how a grown man can walk out of the house with red plaid boxers and a pink tank top."
"He wasn't wearing anything under those boxers you know." Jodie said with a grimace.
"How do you know?"
"Come on! They were right up his crack. I read between the lines."
"YUCK, Jo. OO! Amy's on a ladder. I bet she smells good."
"Speaking of smells, how's Wade's cat, what's his name... Feather?"
"La La Bird. The cat's enormous, there oughta be a law. Shut up, Amy's taking down a ceiling fan."
PART 7
G RANT SAT IN the living room and sighed. He had a hell of a golf game and no one to share it with. He fully intended to brag about it to Brooke, but that all fell apart
Jodie changed the channel. "Well, there's Judge Judy, or Oprah..."
"Please, if I hear Dr. Phil tell one more woman she's a hopeless obese loser I'll hunt him down and kill him myself. Gimme that..." she said, snatching away the remote. "Trading Spaces is on."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. It's all about Amy Winn."
"Damn right." Cayden sat back and watched with interest. "See? Look at her, she's hot."
"Please. What carpenter in their right mind wear shorts and a tank top to cut wood." Jodie teased.
"You just wish you had her boobs." Cayden shot back.
The bell over the door tinkled and the two women sat up straight and smiled.
"Hello, Ladies." A short, fey man with wavy orange hair, plaid boxer shorts and a pink tank top sashayed in carrying a perfectly groomed if not overweight Shih Tzu.
"Hi there, Butch." Jodie said and then turned her head so not to snicker in his face.
Cayden smiled and kicked Jodie under the counter. It was an ironic twist of fate that a man that effeminate would be named Butch.
"How are you, Cayden, Honey? Whew! Is it ever hot out there, I'm shvitzing like an ape!" He declared, fanning himself with his free hand.
If you put down that fat throw pillow... Jodie thought.
"Oh I know! I am eternally grateful for the AC. What can I get you, Butch? Did Anna-Nicole like the vanilla cookies?"
"Oh she loved them. A little too much, she's never going to lose weight if I get her any more... OOO! Is that Trading Spaces?" He asked, leaning over the counter and nearly choking the women with Aramis.
Cayden stood up to get some fresh air and nodded. "Yup, it just started."
"Oh yay! Who's in the tank top today? Ty?" Butch asked excitedly.
"Nope, apparently god's gift to lesbians, Amy Winn is on this episode." Jodie said, coming out from around the counter to find the dietetic cookies.
"Hmph." He pouted. "She's ok, but Ty's much hunkier. He's just so yummy!"
"Ooo, them's fightin' words." the waitress joked.
"Amy Winn rocks." Cayden cheered as they showed said carpenter.
"Ty!"
"Amy!"
"TY!"
"Children, do I have to separate you?" Jodie said, shaking her finger at them. "Here's some diet cookies for Anna-Nicole. Speaking of, do you watch her show?"
Butch examined the package of treats as he spoke. "Of course we do. My little sweetie loves the show. I, personally, am a little worried about the woman. Ok, these look good, and I need a pack of tinkle pads."
Cayden rang him up while Jodie retrieved the wee-wee pads. "I can't watch the show. It's like a train wreck. Besides, I think Kimmy has the hots for Anna."
"Oh no kidding, that's no secret. I'm sure they're doing it in a closet somewhere away from the cameras." Butch giggled, paying for the items.
"Ugh. please, don't give me that image. I have a date tonight." Jodie said with a sour face.
Cayden handed Butch his package. "Take it sleazy Butch, see ya soon."
"You take care too, Cayden. Thanks for the diet cookies, Jodie."
"Amy Winn." Cayden snuck in as he was walking out the door.
"TY!" He shouted as the door closed.
"You are such a brat." Jodie said, plopping herself back onto the stool.
Cayden stuck her tongue out and harrumphed watching Butch traipse across the street. "You know, I'll never understand how a grown man can walk out of the house with red plaid boxers and a pink tank top."
"He wasn't wearing anything under those boxers you know." Jodie said with a grimace.
"How do you know?"
"Come on! They were right up his crack. I read between the lines."
"YUCK, Jo. OO! Amy's on a ladder. I bet she smells good."
"Speaking of smells, how's Wade's cat, what's his name... Feather?"
"La La Bird. The cat's enormous, there oughta be a law. Shut up, Amy's taking down a ceiling fan."
PART 7
G RANT SAT IN the living room and sighed. He had a hell of a golf game and no one to share it with. He fully intended to brag about it to Brooke, but that all fell apart
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