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And here I’d thought I’d just been horny…

Period.  Last week.  Mon – Friday.  Growling, irritable, drugged up, clutching the heated blanket.  Then the weekend arrived, and I felt GREAT!  Fantastic even.  Randy.  Giving David those looks – waggling of the eyebrows – half-smiles and suggestive telepathy.  Couldn’t get enough of him.  We’d finish one bout of naked wrestling before, barely giving him…

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I am the dog?!? I am the dog?!?

“BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!!!  Look at them!  LOOK AT THEM!!!” “You’re a dog!”  says Rissa. “No, I’m not!”  says I. “You’re totally a dog.  You’re all like…  talking, talking, talking, conversing while walking… SQUIRREL!!!!“ “You can’t tell me that you weren’t entertained watching those two squirrels chase each other around and around that pine tree.  And then when…

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And that’s why David needs to wear a cup at home….

WARNING: There are inferred epithets in this post. “HOLY $*&!  MOTHER – &@%!%#  JESUS! “ After dinner, on the nights when we’re not over-programmed to the nth degree – David likes to change into his pj pants and a nice warm sweater.  We’ll snuggle in on the family room sofa and he’ll either read or…

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I think I might have to report my cat to Interpol…

Lola is a cat burglar. I mean literally. Our smallest black cat… burgles. She has a penchant for jewelry.  She must be part magpie. Which is a cute little quirk generally, except that a while back she stole one of my most adored pieces of jewelery – a pendant from my friend Shannon. I’m pretty…