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Is it wrong to do this with my husband beside me?

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…

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I now understand the zip-up, floral, velour nightie/housecoat/muumuu…

You see them in the lingerie departments of the Bay. You see them in the Sears catalogue. You have memories of your Gran or your Great-Gran wearing one. You think to yourself: I will never wear one of those.  I’m shopping for one. I used to sleep naked. I used to revel in my naked…

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The countertop is my nemesis…

Rage, all-encompassing RAGE.  Because why?  Because David left the peanut butter and honey out on the countertop. All-encompassing rage with a side of dockworker swearing.  Because why?  Because there are crumbs on the countertop. All-encompassing rage and swearing with a side of growling and hiccuping sobs. Because why?  Because there are not one, not two,…

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This brassiere will self-destruct in 10 seconds…

Lifting the straps wasn’t helping. Why not?   Lifting the straps always helps.  The band just seems to… What the?  I’m in the office bathroom.  I lift my shirt and present my back to the mirror.  The whole left side of the brassiere band is… torn??  How much pressure are my tatas putting on this brassiere?…