ass crack...
sometimes if the stars and planets all align properly, Sam and I actually get to have sex!!
usually we’re so shocked that it actually happened that we need a snack afterward (what does one have to do with the other? I don’t know… any excuse for a snack I say!!) it’s usually kinda late but we stumble out to the kitchen and manage to make some toast or a cheese sandwich or something to nibble on while we sit in the dark and watch tv, enjoying that yummy after sex feeling where we’re all comfy and content
at least that’s what we used to do when we actually slept in the same room
it’s kind of our version of snuggle time… and I miss it
since our bed has decided to cripple me and I’ve been sleeping in my big comfy chair it’s really done a number on us – we don’t get nearly as much snuggle time and it’s NOT good for the pre snuggle activities either
Ambers post yesterday reminded me of this… and made me all warm and fuzzy – I spent the whole rest of the day checking astrological charts trying to see what I could arrange
if it was up to me sex would have been first priority when Sam got home – before the planets came undone and I wound up with a headache or someone called and ruined the mood or whatever other thing would happen that always happens that keeps us from the good stuff – not that I was particularly in the mood… I just felt like being close to him – I’ll let him worry about getting me in the mood… he has skills in that department
unfortunately we had a chiropractor appointment so my yummy sex and after sex bed picnic tv snuggle time would have to wait… in kittyville every minute you wait for sex greatly increases your chances of something interfering
anyway… we FINALLY get home and Sam was groping me (as usual) – and in true kitty style I looked at the clock… noticed it was 7:32 and told him he had 28 minutes (yes that is my idea of initiating sex… take it or leave it) hehehe
of course I was kidding… I was recording survivor (on my new KICK ASS DVR – WOO HOO) so there was actually no hurry
anyway… he shoved me into the bedroom and ripped off my clothes
yadda yadda yadda
about a half hour later the phone rings (did I mention I hate the fucking phone?!) we were still ummm… busy so we ignored it…
afterward all I wanted to do was grab a bowl of apple crisp which I had made earlier per Sam’s request… and sit down with my honey and watch *CSI (I’ve been DYING to see this seasons premier since ½ way through last season’s finale!!)
but the phone was blinking indicating that someone left a message – I had to know what fuck wad had called at 8 on ‘survivor sex night’ on the day the curse was broken (haaa sorry inside joke)
it was friend #2 from the post below – who shall henceforth be known as ‘ass crack’
his car broke down about a minute from our house – he was supposed to stop by and I was actually expecting him to be in our driveway when we got home from our appointment - when we pulled in I was kind of relieved that he must have changed his mind about stopping by – apparently he hadn’t… he was just running late
so the sex gods broke his clutch just so he wouldn’t interrupt us in the middle of the yadda yadda
but Sam had to go down and try to help him – which blew the whole after sex snuggle picnic tv thing =(
I wasn’t happy!!
BUT on the plus side… guess what!!
ass crack discovered that his new apartment has a little sound issue… as in he can hear EVERY SINGLE NOISE his landlord’s family (who live upstairs) makes
he can hear every word of every conversation… he can hear their cell phone vibrate!! he can hear when they take a piss or open the fridge!!
obviously this makes him uncomfortable… especially since that would mean they would also be able to hear him (once he got settled in and actually started LIVING there)
sooooooo he’s moving back in to his old apartment... and guess who is helping
GAH!! he's lucky we love him!! hehehe
* I have NOT seen last night's CSI yet (waiting to watch it with Sam) so PLEAAAAAAAASE don't tell me what happens








