Thank the goddess I was saved from a fate worse than death over the weekend. I originally thought it might be a good idea to spend some time with my man over the weekend even though we both had our children. But he kindly put a kabosh on that by just ignoring me most of the weekend. Whew! That was a close call. Who knows, if our children see us together they might start planning our mutual destruction. After all, why would I want to spend any time with the man I love, esp. if we can't fuck? Conversation and communication are both sooo over-rated.
I was trapped in my house due to bad weather and said child being home over the weekend. By Sunday afternoon I wasn't sure if we were both going to make it to Monday morning. So, off to the bar I went to watch a little round ball. The boys were all in rare form at the bar by the time the game started. By halftime, they were ripping off their boxers and briefs, writting their digits in the waist bands, and throwing them at me. Damn, it's good to me.
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