Fucking A.
So a schmoke and some wine while the husband cooks lasagna.
Box dinner specialty.
Yea, I got it like that.
On the wine, those are Roscato Rose and Roscato Rosso, which is best.
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Anyways,
This week has been a fun one - we've become owners of a new bed!
All of it new! Real cheap too, on Amazon.
This may not be anything of a big deal to most, but it is fucking amazing for us! Especially for me since I've never owned a brand new mattress. They've always been 'used'.
Spare me your thoughts.
Anyways, not only was the fact of getting a new bed exciting for us. For me, we were finally getting rid of the 'slut bed', or so I call it.
But, Why?
Duh - he's had that bed since fuck knows when, who knows how many cunts have been in there and set their juices in.
Including mine!
I moved in with him three years ago, in to his apartment, and since then we've had the same bed. We've always talked about getting a new one, but never did it - finances and shit.
All the time we would lay at night, in bed talking about everything and nothing, some part of me would break away from the talk and drift into the idea of another girl right here in the same exact spot, kissing another pair of lips.
It never occurred to me that I could feel this way about someone's past this way. About times I was never a part of, nor did he know of my existence.
Yet, I've never really felt this way about anybody.
*Cue the love song*
It didn't sit well with me and I would have to push that thought into the back of my head. Remind myself what the truth is and try as I might, there is nothing to do about what has been done.
So, imagine how euphoric I felt when the new bed came along - after the forty-eight hour expansion period.
And of course, it had to be christen! Wink, Wink.
Now that the slut bed is out of the apartment, the deathbed awaits.
Get it?
Since we're married?
HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!
I kid, lovers.
Muah!!
All of it new! Real cheap too, on Amazon.
This may not be anything of a big deal to most, but it is fucking amazing for us! Especially for me since I've never owned a brand new mattress. They've always been 'used'.Spare me your thoughts.
Anyways, not only was the fact of getting a new bed exciting for us. For me, we were finally getting rid of the 'slut bed', or so I call it.
But, Why?
Duh - he's had that bed since fuck knows when, who knows how many cunts have been in there and set their juices in.
Including mine!
I moved in with him three years ago, in to his apartment, and since then we've had the same bed. We've always talked about getting a new one, but never did it - finances and shit.
All the time we would lay at night, in bed talking about everything and nothing, some part of me would break away from the talk and drift into the idea of another girl right here in the same exact spot, kissing another pair of lips.
It never occurred to me that I could feel this way about someone's past this way. About times I was never a part of, nor did he know of my existence.
Yet, I've never really felt this way about anybody.
*Cue the love song*
It didn't sit well with me and I would have to push that thought into the back of my head. Remind myself what the truth is and try as I might, there is nothing to do about what has been done.
So, imagine how euphoric I felt when the new bed came along - after the forty-eight hour expansion period.
And of course, it had to be christen! Wink, Wink.
Now that the slut bed is out of the apartment, the deathbed awaits.
Get it?
Since we're married?
HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!
I kid, lovers.
Muah!!
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