This letter is going to be a little different this week. Partly because my laptop has been dead for a week and it's hard for me to review the week's comments on this computer. (They were great though. Read them.)
Also, this week kind of kicked my ass. I think I say that every week. That's probably why I invented #wineparty.
The progressive post is going strong but I'm dying to find out how it ends. Add to it over the weekend and I"ll post the saga on Monday okay?
When my laptop is resurrected I'll contact the people who offered to guest post. I can't wait!
Finally, I know I asked you what you liked best about this blog, the sex or the children stories and the resounding answer was SEX! SEX!! and MORE SEX!!!
Personally I think that the cool thing about my sex life is the fact that I have 4 kids. Anyone can have amazing sex day after day with different people when they have a lot of free time but it's great to be able to have amazing sex with the same person even when you're both completely knackered! Anyway, this is my blog so you have to take the kids with the sex but I'll try not to turn this blog into a complete brag book.
Of course, when I gave your feedback to my husband, he said, "GREAT! Let's give them something to read."
Unfortunately that was at dinner time when we couldn't really stop what we were doing and hop up on the center island again.
Later, when I climbed into bed and spooned up behind him he sang a different tune whose refrain was, "Go away."
"I just want to snuggle you." I said.
"Okay." he said.
I REACHED AROUND and rubbed his chest, his stomach, his abdomen, and back up again. He GIGGLED.
"What?" I asked.
"Do you need longer arms?" he asked.
"No." I said, definitively.
"What do you mean?" he asked. "Did you mean no because you weren't going THERE?"
"No." I said. The alternate answer hung heavy in the air.
"You mean I needed a LONGER PENIS!" he gasped. We both laughed. He turned. We kissed. Suddenly "Go Away" turned into "GET OVER HERE."
Seriously kids, that boy is easier than a two piece puzzle.