November 01, 2006
Where the Magic Happens
When one's spouse works sixty hours per week, foreplay kinda goes a little something like this...
[Crawl into bed together.]
"So... how are you?"
"Fine. What time is it?"
"Nine-fifteen."
"Wow! That's early!"
[Hug, kiss, throw a leg over other person's hips.]
"Oh, can I have the checkbook tomorrow?"
"Sure. What for?"
"My Avon order is in."
"Ah."
[Kiss, run fingers through hair.]
"Did you take Daisy out?"
"Yes. She pooped."
[Get rid of underwear, fondle.]
"So, what are we doing -- brunch on Sunday, or dinner on Wednesday?"
"I don't know, yet."
"Because I can't do Sunday."
"Okay, then I'll try to make it Wednesday."
[Grope, caress, bite.]
"I can't do Wednesday either."
"... Then why did you ask?!"
"I don't know! Just shut up and have sex with me!"
"FINE!"
Comments
Hey, at least you're getting some.
-L.
Posted by: Lori at November 2, 2006 03:06 PM
I gotta get me some of that magic! garrance
Posted by: garrance at November 2, 2006 06:03 PM
Now ad kids and thier bullhonkey into that conversation.
Posted by: jocelyn at November 3, 2006 12:37 PM