Even I, minor love deity that I am, didn't expect my life to rock this much after getting married, and it's not exactly on a downward trend.
I mean last Saturday after the dude fell asleep, she rubbed cinnamon butter all over her lips-hey, it's not my job to understand where preggo babes come up with this stuff-and put her mouth on my-fuck, was that the kid?
Fuck, I gotta go. Sounds like Char forgot to move the potty from the bedroom again and-ah, fuck. All over the fucking rug. Yeah, you know someone's getting tied up for this shit …
To My Husband