It's Friday and I Don't Have Much to Say

Spousehole's flight from our town to Atlanta yesterday went off without a hitch. His flight to Charleston? Not so much. He and three total strangers rented a car and drove the 300+ miles from Atlanta to Charleston. Must be a guy thing. I don't think women would do that - hop in a car and drive 6 hours with total freakin' strangers.

Why do people, even in our own city, seem to think that moving to Charleston would mean moving to a bigger city? Um, hello, our current city has a larger population (198,000 vs. 118,000 for Charleston) and our metro area pop is larger (780,000 vs. 600,000). Where we live may not be as well known, but it isn't exactly podunk. One difference would be population density. Here it's about 4,400 peeps per sq. mile and there it's about 1,000/sq mile. BIG difference. Not so crowded. Of course, they have a lot of water area that's not inhabited. Then again, we Michiganders have to stay close together to stay warm. :-)

My son has the day off school today (records day? I guess it's a day for teachers to get caught up on all the paperwork that they don't usually have time to do). I may take the kiddos swimming (indoor, obviously, since we got another inch of snow last night). I'll go to my parents' house for a while - let the kids trash their place instead of mine. Actually, I have my dad's car right now. Spousehole damaged the Mommyvan on Wednesday (nothing major, but even "nothing major" costs an arm and a leg to fix these days) and my dad took it to work on it and left me his van. Mine is newer, but his is not too bad, despite the nasty cigarette smoke smell. It has every option known to mankind. Seriously. Anyway, my dad fixed Spousehole's little "boo-boo" and it looks good as new. Or as good as it did before Wednesday. Saved me about $400. Go Dad! So I have to go trade cars back; the kids trashing someone else's house is just bonus.

My body must know spring is on the way, because I'm starting to get incredibly horny. It's like that gets dulled in the cold and dreariness of winter and then when spring hits I'm a wild woman. I get super horny in the spring and it lasts pretty much until summer gets too hot and humid. I guess there's a reason both my kids were conceived in May. Does anyone else experience this?

Guess I had more to say than I thought. Perhaps I should have said I don't have much INTERESTING to say.

Last night's dream

(HNT is down two)

I dreamed of him last night. I've not before, so it must be a sign that it's been too long. Dreamed of his masculine chest, his very hairy legs, the five o'clock shadow that forms 10 minutes after he's shaved. The contrast between his skin and mine, representing the extremes of the Caucasian spectrum. The gleam in his eye as he tells me about his fantasies, the things that would horrify his strait-laced wife. The childlike enthusiasm elicited by my willingness to make the fantasies come true. The smile, OMG, the smile that could get me to do almost anything. The sigh that escapes his lips when I tease his ass with my tongue, the immense pleasure he gets from doing the same to me, his finger sliding in as his tongue moves to pleasure other areas, as I suck and stroke his thick, rock-hard shaft . . .

Yeah, it's been way too long.

Finding the Right Words

I think my bad mood as of late has to do with what is missing in my life, including, but not limited to:

Kissing, Pampering, Seduction, Flirting, Devouring, Grinding, Manipulating, Kindness, Pinching, Massaging, Petting, Extravagance, Pushing, Rocking, Submission, Caressing, Strength, Tasting, Gratification, Colliding, Groping, Pleasure, Softness, Biting, Fondling, Hedonism, Nibbling, Domination, Hardness, Desire, Brushing, Spooning, Teasing, Pressing, Spanking, Grazing, Kneading, Snuggling, Stroking, Touching, Sucking, Rubbing, Licking, Fucking, Passion, Frolicking, Embracing . . .

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Your Deadly Sins

Lust: 60% Sloth: 40% Envy: 20% Greed: 20% Wrath: 20% Gluttony: 0% Pride: 0% Chance You'll Go to Hell: 23% You'll die from overexertion. *wink*

How Sinful Are You?
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On a slightly more serious/non-horndog mode, I am in a better mood today. Less exposure to Spousehole + more exposure to exasperating but funny kids + restoration of DSL = happier Bunny.

The mammogram went fine. No big. I had no idea the girls could be squished quite that flat, but it wasn't painful at all. From check-in to walking back to the car was just over 30 minutes. With the new digital machines, they know immediately if the "films" came out, so there's no waiting around while they develop the film. If you've been putting one off because someone told you it hurt, GO GET IT DONE. It's no big. No need to flip hair even.

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Had lunch with my mom. She wanted to know how my weekend went (i.e., what did we fight about this weekend). I told her some of it and then made a joke about how once a year just isn't enough for me (she was already somewhat aware that our sex life is almost nil in the last few years). She said "OMG! Your father and I have slept in separate rooms for nearly 30 years and we're older than dirt and I get more than that!"

Great. Exactly what I needed to hear. EWWWW!