“We should have sex,” I announce to my husband throwing my unpacked bags on the bed.
“What? Are you crazy? we just got back from vacation. I’m tired.”
“I just feel like we didn’t fulfill our vacation sex quota. I need more to look back on. Come on, we have a few hours left before it’s back to prison.”
“I thought I was already back in prison”
“What?”
“Um….your hair has highlights like a …prism?”
“Yeah right, I thought so. Sex requires effort you know”
“So what say you take your effort and go make me something to eat and we’ll call it even….hey, where are you going? I thought you wanted to have vacation quota sex?”
“Never mind, I’m gonna catch up with my friends online….you can have it by yourself”
Vacation officially ovah yo!
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And was it so wrong that I was mentally huffing and puffing to get back to you guys?
Oh, and can someone kindly remind me next time that going cold blog turkey can have some side effects?
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