I’m sick. I have sweat pooling in my bra and goosebumps decorating my arm. I’ve been lying on the heated bathroom floor under a quilt for the past 2 hours and now smell like a locker room, part Mr. Clean, part sweat and body oils. I wince when I have to swallow my own saliva [...]
Chocolate Kisses
Happy Valentines! Despite my grumbling about Red earlier in the week, I awoke to 4 happy faces and chocolate kisses this morning. Cupid, again, has slain me. Chocolates, flowers, cuddles, kisses, whatever he’s offering – I want it all and I don’t care that it’s a Hallmark holiday. It is expected and he did not [...]
You don’t bring me flowers
My husband never buys me flowers for Valentines Day, because “it’s too expected.” So what then, you might ask, do I get for Valentines? When I look back at our 13 or 15 Valentine Days together (1994-1995 were on-again, off-again years) very little in the way of gifts that wow come to mind: dinners out [...]
Valentines schmalentines
I think I started hating Valentines Day in grade school. I would count the number of cards received, analyze the sappy sentiments inside and ruthlessly grade myself in terms of popularity. As I got into high school, the lack of a boyfriend really turned me off of the day for lovers – tacky commercialism and [...]
I heart Provocateur
From some reason, I am on Agent Provocateur’s email list. I should probably move them to my junk folder except that occasionally they send me photos of the latest fashion in high-class call girl, barely-there wear, and the photos are deliciously hot! Last week, the very clever people at AP sent me an invitation to [...]
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