quiet on the pervy front

This week has pretty much sucked. Not between *us* – but we have another of those stupid-ass apartment inspections that takes up my focus and makes me obsessed. They don’t even visit every apartment. But JUST IN CASE, you have all these other apartments vying for space in the dumpsters – which were full yesterday – and don’t get dumped till tomorrow – and at the same time dealing with kids, cooking, oh and visiting parents LOL

Hasn’t been conducive to feeling particularly pervy. I did tryyyy yesterday – sending hubby the following lines in emails …

Me- I’m thinking I’m gonna be a little bit naughty today…

Him- “how so?”

Me- First, I’m going to unbutton your buttons on your shirt and pull it out from your pants, running my nails around your waist.

Him – (never responded)

Me- Then I’m gonna Slide my hands up under your shirt, running my fingers over your chest, lighting teasing your nipples…

And then I got distracted with the house again and never continued. dammit.

Of course, he did just start this new job and couldn’t respond because he doesn’t know who is watching what, so that helped kill the idea lol

I’m trying, though… sorta

So today, MAYBE, some dudes will trample through my house, then we can get back to the idea of perviness… I hope

Un-freakin-believable

Just when you think you’ve truly seen everything, you run across something like THIS, and it makes you rethink your whole existance as that of a female.

Ok, no really – this is a great idea, and I think I want to order one!