My dear husband, oh...what's his name? Oh yeah, Jason. Well, he's been working. A. Lot. I commented to him as he came home this afernoon that he is more like my boyfriend, who stops by to visit and spend the night. And since we are both exhausted, it's like I'm wearing one of those purity rings. You know what I'm talking about. The one that the Jonas brothers wear. Even when they are sucking face with a chic, ahem I hope that doesn't lead to intercourse. Yikes, that would be a teen idol scandal.
Where was I? Oh yeah. So, it's been so long since me and my boyfriend (hubby) have had r-e-l-a-t-i-o-n-s, I think I may have become a virgin again. Come on, stop laughing. I'm serious.
Yes, I'm talking about sex. As in my own personal sex life. So don't read any further if you don't want to hear about my birds & bees, or lack thereof.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Well, what does that mean for my girlie parts? Are they old & musty or hankering for some lovin'? I can say it's more likely the former, I think I saw a moth fly out of there the other day. Okay, I'm kidding. But that was funny, wasn't it.
This work stuff should slow down soon for him. Hopefully. If I don't update my blog for a few days, you know it's because we're exploring caves.
Goodnight. That's all I got for ya. Enjoy the laughs.