A Modified Christmas Carol
My husband is a good sport. No matter that I’m stuck in the menopausal freeze of the Don’tTouchMe libido tundra, he doesn’t take it personally. And – even better –… Read more »
My husband is a good sport. No matter that I’m stuck in the menopausal freeze of the Don’tTouchMe libido tundra, he doesn’t take it personally. And – even better –… Read more »
I think he just likes to be close to me — especially when I’m naked — so it comes as no surprise when, as I’m lotioning after my late-morning shower,… Read more »
It’s early morning and we’re lazing in bed before we have to start the day, discussing the declining state of our elderly kitty. Said kitty is no longer even remotely… Read more »
My husband’s birthday was yesterday. Seventeen years ago, on his birthday, I gave him my phone number. Two days later – the anniversary of which is tomorrow – we spent… Read more »