The other night Hubs and I crawled into bed, well, Hubs crawled into bed, I had to first explain, AGAIN, to Smokey that My pillow is NOT her sleepy time spot before I could crawl into bed. After successfully claiming my side of the bed, and turning out the light I settled into sleep.
Apparently, Micah had other plans, as he ran his hand slowly down my back. I calmly explained to him that my vagina was an adolescent vampires wet dream at the moment, and that hanky panky was not on my agenda tonight.
And that’s when he bit me.
Of course, this didn’t happen in real life.
It doesn’t matter if I am laying in bed or peeling potatoes for supper, I imagine the weirdest things, I picture the oddest scenarios. I make up dialog between me and some other person, ANY other person. I hold entire conversations, sometimes, even arguments, with non existent people. All.The.Time. It’s an addiction.
Does anyone else do this?
∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 03.16.2009
∗ Blue Boy, Husband, I hate winter, I'm a Dumbass, I'm gonna get in trouble, because snow fucking sucks
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