The youngest has done it again!
This week we had some lovely weather and the oldest got it into her head that she wanted to plant her own garden. She started from scratch. I mean planting her seeds, turning the earth by hand and then tilling and raking- the works.
She decided to wear a tank top and shorts without sunblock. Hey, she’s of legal age to be stupid.
So when she came inside and showed us her burn lines- not tan- the best one was an inch line between the top if her shorts and the bottom of her tank top. She has a bright red bar going across her lower back.
The youngest pipes up with, “It’s nature’s tramp stamp!”
(If you don’t know what a tramp stamp is, it’s a lower back tattoo- see photo.)
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Let’s talk about sex. Sort of.
When I started out writing fiction, I considered myself to be a pure romance writer. Sure, I liked the intimate scenes to be spicy, but I’d never read erotica or even considered it to be a genre I’d write in.
Uh- my imagination had other plans.
Here’s today’s would you rather question:
Do you like your romance relatively tame or hot and spicy?
I’ve told you about how my kids (especially the oldest) have moments where they say something that’s an insult or just plain funny depending on the interpretation.
This is my week. I did this. And the oldest busted me on it. The poetry of the entire situation was just beautiful.
SO here it is:
We’ve had a man cold in the house. If you’re married or in a relationship, you know what I’m talking about. A man cold is awful.
The trophy hubby is gross. Everything he does is drippy and designed to spread his cold on every single person and surface he comes across.
He’s also noisy- especially when we go to bed. The throat clearing. The coughing. The snoring. It’s like trying to sleep in the middle of a highway during rush hour.
The kids know how all this works. Dad gets a cold- mom gets it and doesn’t get to sleep. It’s just the way it is around here.
So just after the halfway point of the trophy hubby’s cold, I woke up surprisingly refreshed after a quiet night of sleep. It was monumental enough to say something to the kids about it.
Me- “Hey guys. Dad was pretty good in bed last night.”
Oldest- “. . .Mom. Please rephrase.”
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