“All right. Are we doing this?” I ask, hopping up from my yoga mat. “Now?” replies David, looking up from his laptop. He’s in the midst of programming a new script app. “Now,” I say, cracking my knuckles. “Now, it is.” He shoots me a broad grin. I race him up the stairs. My clothes…
I have been married for almost 23 years. Of those almost 23 years, 22.852 of them have been unreservedly, unabashedly, unquestionably happy. Relationships cannot possibly be all sunshine and roses all of the time. Once you’ve said your “I do’s”, you do not forever exist in a state of “Happily Ever After,” no matter how…
It felt as though we were missing a limb for about eight months, but we managed to survive Rissa’s first year at university. However, with no one to “adult” for, we devolved into teenagers ourselves. We forgot to do laundry, haphazardly cleaned the house and rarely grocery shopped. Rissa would come home for a weekend…
WARNING: This post contains ‘adult’ content.I’ve been mainlining Regency romances. Which is weird, because even in my romance novel addiction years (late teens, early 20s), I was never really into titles that had guys clad in extremely high-count linen shirts bending over corseted virgins on their covers. Contemporary romances with lots of sex and witty…
It’s a good morning. I manage to wake up without whining about it. David makes me delicious scrambled eggs. I get dressed and throw a little makeup on, you know, just in case the really hot physiotherapist is at the clinic. I even volunteer to move the cars around so that I can make it…
Rissa was going to be gone for three whole nights. David and I begin sharing the the waggling eyebrow looks, the suggestive head tilts, the… “YOU GUYS! I CAN TOTALLY SEE YOU DOING THAT!!!!“ “What? Doing what?!?” Rissa rolls her eyes. But then gives us the I’m watching you look. Surreptitiously now, I am trying…
I’m holding my hands to my face to hide my blushing cheeks. David shakes his head at me. “You are ridiculous.” “I can’t help it.” We’re watching The Good Wife. Finn Polmar has just flirted with Alicia Florrick. I feel it would be bad form to beg to rewind the scene… right away… with David…
SPOILER ALERT! The soft porn had been unexpected. From what I knew of the books, I’d gleaned that there’d be kilts, horses, time travel, romance to be sure – but the soft porn? A delightful bonus. The opening allusion to sex in the first episode of Outlander – was just that – allusory. Squeaky bedsprings…
“OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD!!! Turn it up! TURN IT UP!!!“ Muse’s Supremacy is playing in the car. David cranks it. “Best dirty guitar ever!!! You know where I feel this? IN MY VULVA!!!“ “MUMMY!“ “But I do. Every time those dark notes from that guitar kick in – right there in my…”…
WARNING: Adult matters discussed in this post Let it be proclaimed from the mountain tops: I have the best spouse and daughter in the world. For Mothers’ Day this year they gifted me a spa afternoon (with light lunch). Four treatments in 4 hours: a facial, massage, pedicure and manicure – all in the delightful…