I don’t know how long it’s been since Henry and I have had sex. It might’ve been a week ago, but I suspect it’s longer. It’s definitely happened since last new years. I think. Blame it on Christmas and all that entails. Blame it on the bout of flu and colds with their attendant mucous. Blame …
I’m obsessed with Scandal. Yes. I know. I’m coming (pun intended) to the Oliva Pope/President Fitzgerald party waaaaaay late. But I’ve come to the party with a vengeance. I’ve managed to watch all 37 episodes that have aired to date in the last month. I forgot to brush and floss, make kids’ lunches, take my …
The other night I stopped Henry in the midst of our mating ritual. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m kissing you,” he replied. “But why are you kissing me so softly?” I demanded. “I’m being gentle,” he explained. “I want you to be gentle in life, but not in bed,” I instructed. Henry groaned …
