So Steven came home for lunch. Well really, he had to adjust prices in his new catalogue, but it was lunch time. It was unusually cold today, and I was hugging him from behind with my hands warming under his shirts. To warm them further, I stick them in his pants, and I'm standing there with his package in my hands. He's letting me get away with it while he's standing there reading over his work stuff, until I say,
"Wouldn't it be wild if you didn't have any arms and everytime you had to go to the restroom, I had to go with you? And then we'd stand in the stalls like this, next to folks, with my hands helping out? And then, when you were done, I'd get to give it a little shake? Hee, hee!" Shaking it, to help him see my vision, you know.
Then he ended my handwarming, unapreciative of my romantic humour.
"Wait! You're ruining the romance!" I say. He tells me he has to get to work, but I want to chase him in circles and smell him because he smells fantastic.
"You're not very romantic," I say.
"How bout I cut both my arms off, because that would be romantic." No sense of humour.
He'd better watch it, I may have to piss & flush 3 times next time he showers...
But this Sunday is our wedding anniversary-
Happy 12 years to us! And happy spring to you. Have a sweet sweet day :)