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drubnk & nabked
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drubnk & nabked
& sexy as hell
& sexy as hell
I was hopin' you'd say that. Been a while since I felt sexy.
I don't think I could capture how sexy you are with just words. Maybe you could read it from my eyes.
Wow, Imp! Damn! Gorgeous!
You wanna come over and kiss this straight girl some more?
Gladly!
Apparently in the Chicago pictures there is some tongue involvement. Ahem.
Hubby noticed, and approved.
He can watch. (Wouldn't want to overtax that heart with participation just yet, after all.)
The two of you together would quite heartstopping. Just sayin'.
Annoyed. I am sick, sick, sick to death of doing all the housework. I need a damn maid or a well husband or both together would be even better.
My mood sucks ass.
Fighting a losing battle to keep my home from succumbing to entropy, helped along by a gang of inconsiderate children.
Thoroughly squicked by the amount of shit discovered on a couple pair of underwear in the laundry basket -- and quite certain that if I hadn't been the one to sort the laundry, they'd've been tossed right in the washer with everything else. Makes me want to sanitize the washing machine and launder my clothes separately. Hell, makes me want to sanitize everything.
If I see a child wipe his nose on the dish towel again, I'm going to scream. The same dish towel that the unsuspecting use to dry "clean" dishes. Oh, wait. I forgot. No one dries dishes. They're left in the drainer to dry... until someone piles more wet dishes on top. Eventually, before the avalanche, I will (starting with a fresh dish towel and praying it wasn't laundered with shit-filled underwear) dry the dishes and put them away.
If I spend any amount of time thinking about the grossness, it literally turns my stomach. Then, we'll talk about the amount of time and energy I've spent building this home and keeping it a clean, comfortable haven -- and the utter disregard its minor inhabitants have for that fact. I have far too much invested in these spawn to give up now, but I'll admit that selling them into slavery sounds mighty attractive.
As for the adults... Do I want to be wakened from a sound sleep to have porn-inspired sex? No, thank you. Let the porn finish what it started. I'll pass.
If I could get the cats to wash after litter box. . .
Yes, and people in this house think I'm mean 'cause I don't want the creatures that walk through their shit box walking on my bed.
Really, I'm considering a hermitage.