Quick and Dirty
Ironically, this post by the Queen of the Mayhem was very timely for me this week. It seems that I did such a fabulous job vacuuming, that I never even had the opportunity to "pay the bills." There has been a lot of double-entendre filled recap about our (short-lived) night of unbridled passion around here this week. For example:
My Baby's Daddy (while discussing fixing our laptop's wireless connection problem): "It shouldn't be too hard, it'll just take me a minute."
Me: "Yeah, I remember."
So, for the past few days, he's been begging for a do-over. A rematch. A chance to redeem himself as the Energizer Bunny of Love. And of course, he's constantly telling me how amazing I am, and how much the vacuuming means to him.
This is a true discussion that we had just this morning:
MBD: "So, do you like doing it (vacuuming)?"
Me: "I don't mind it."
MBD: "But do you like it? I want you to like it."
Me: "I really don't mind. I mean, there are things I'd rather be doing, of course, but it's fine."
MBD: (All astonished that there could possibly be anything more fulfilling for me on earth...) "Give me an example of what you'd rather do."
Me: "Read a book."
MBD: "You can't say that!!!! That's like saying I like to take a good shit, and I like to eat a good steak--it's just not the same!"
Me: "We're having steak for dinner."
Labels: My Baby's Daddy, sex life
6 Comments:
Okay.....that sounds like a conversation Mr. Mayhem and I would DEFINITELY have!
"I want you to like it". PLEASE! They just want us to do it! I can assure you, Mr. Mayhem is not nearly as concerned about my enjoyment at that very moment!
Thanks for the mention!
Glad to see you back! Missed you!
I could do without vacuuming. If you saw my house, you'd understand...Plus the extra proof is the excitable hubby in the corner. Shaking and twitching...Poor baby.
Yeah, you want us to like vaccuuming and we want you to like rubbing our feet.
There are just some things you HAVE to do.
I think they do want us to like it. All, oh yea that turns me on baby! Puhlease. I told husband that it gets me really hot to watch him touch himself. Why? Cause then I get break when my arm gets tired.
This is a post that makes my heart sing. SING. LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Happy Easter!!
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