Plain Jane

I don't know what it is about today, but I have lacked inspiration. Perhaps it's because I've had my mommy apron on overload, and put the naughty girl in me back in the closet. I need to rise above this and reclaim the tramp, before I fall shallow and sad again
*sigh*
Perhaps it's really that life goes on and while everyone is hustling and bustling; here I sit... jobless, companionless, bored. I much prefer being busy and challenged instead of stagnant and pitiful. Blech, bitch piss moan.

My weekend went as well as planned; except for the lane closures that kept us parked in 90+ degree heat for an hour and a half. Just something about being parked on an interstate and watching the RVer's have lunch and enjoy the confines of their TV's and full size beds in the back. Or the folks who got out to take pictures or walk their canine companions... We were not so lucky. We sat, and sweltered... wiping the salty sweat from our faces and complaining that if we ran the AC we would have to stop for gas. I literally had to wring out the shorts and bikini top I was wearing, not in a good way.
Finally, we found game in counting the overheats abandoned; hoods propped open like striking crocodiles on the side of the road. We were thankful that we were not dealing with one. I fucking love my car.

So, now I'm left with the dissimilation of camping gear and the endless mountains of laundry that accompany it. Perhaps that's the problem, it's difficult to find desire in folding laundry. I know, I know.. tha spin cycle and all that.
Hasn't worked yet. Still waiting, and I've done 5 loads - atleast.

Would somebody please provide me with some stimuli, most preferably something that will spark that neuron to process the chemical I need? No, I don't need any photoshoped big breasters with their tongues swiping their teeth. I suppose I'm not shallow enough to get a rise that way... something else.

Here's the challenge folks, I leave it in your capable hands.