Warning: Adult Sexual Content Sunday morning, I gently wake. Snuggling into David in bed. He moves his arm so that I can rest my head on his chest. I make yummy noises. This is perfection. I run my hand over his chest and then downward. “Well ‘Hello Sailor!’” Nothing like being given a full salute…
David wants to amputate his right leg… and replace it instead with a sproingy prosthetic. He has a pinched sciatic nerve – which if he were to actually see the chiropractor and/or physiotherapist, he could probably fix. But right now he thinks the best idea would be to amputate said limb and get a cool…
Every time. Every single time. When I open a can of tuna – I end up with tuna sweater, or tuna shirt or tuna blouse or tuna dress. If I have long sleeves on – I end up smelling like a fish market… I met David at the door the other day, wrapped my arms…
You never know how much time you really spend naked until your kid has a sleepover. Thursday night, Rissa had three other friends sleep over, and I had to make a concerted effort NOT to be naked in my own home. I had to close doors, I had to take a bathrobe with me when…