Vampire, Not Zombie
After the uber-preggers phlebotomist emptied my husband’s arm of blood… Me: Do you know your blood type? Smotch: Errr… Me: I think mine is A…? Or something. Smotch: Not sure. Maybe… Read more »
After the uber-preggers phlebotomist emptied my husband’s arm of blood… Me: Do you know your blood type? Smotch: Errr… Me: I think mine is A…? Or something. Smotch: Not sure. Maybe… Read more »
# Who are you? What do you mean, Who am I? I’m your wife! You don’t sound like my wife. Really? What do I sound like? Sex.
Sexting, Schmexting On a random evening, about a week ago…
Inside Casa la Feve, we speak our own language. The pussy (the furry female four-footed one) is The Button, my spouse is The Smotch, and in general, we are very fond of… Read more »