Too Pervy 4 U (Not for Da Prudish)
I woke up this morning with a headache, but at least not of migraine proportions. Along with the migraine last night came extreme gastrointestinal distress. That distress prompted my husband to ask while I was on the commode if I , "Still had lungs." Yep, he's a funny one, my CG.
So, this morning, besides flashing me a lot, he has been put to good use. "Bring me coffee," I plead. He jumps to the ready and skadaddles downstairs to make a caffeine profusion IV.
He comes upstairs and says, "Your coffee is breathing hard."
I, rather slow in my morning/post-migraine haze (you know the feeling after a bunch of Neo-Nazis have had a mosh contest on your head with steel toe Doc Martens), look askance. "Wuh?"
He, having to explain the joke once again, "Your coffee. It's coming."
Now, he hands me a steaming cup o' joe. He flippantly remarks, "Don't be alarmed at the white stuff on the handle."
Ewwww.
He says, "It's just milk."
My CG is such a perv in the morning. By the way, he wasn't joking. There was milk on the cup and I just creamed my laptop keyboard. Buh-duh-dump!
2 Witty Comments For Me:
...sadly, that's the closest I've been to a sexual experience in 2.5 years. Thanks for making it a threesome.
*gaw. I'm sure I'll regret writing that in the morning*
Sadly, while I joke about our silly antics, CG probably feels like there's often the same 2.5 years between our sexual encounters. I think I have the sex drive of a 60 year old at times. Let me re-phrase that: I think my 68 year old mother puts out more.
*Now I'm sure I'll regret writing that too! :)
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