Funny story, but first I have a question. Have you ever had that “together” time with your spouse, partner or whatever you call the other half that makes you whole, gag on that one, where you just can’t stop giggling? Actually it is more like laughing. I mean the kind of “fun” where you are both trying your damnedest to get it going on and get into that groove but all you can do is talk, laugh, giggle, smile and roll your eyes at any serious type of affection. Now eventually, we all get ourselves together and ride that wave all the way to shore, but in the process we aren’t exactly the sex kittens we hoped to be.

Yeah, that would be us. I have to admit it is great to be so damn comfortable with someone that sex can be a funny, haha type activity. And while I am at it, I have one more question. Does your bed squeak? What to do about that. I am so afraid that the kids will come charging into the bedroom wondering why mommy is wrestling daddy to the bed naked style. You know? There has to be a way to get a totally quiet bed. I am gonna google that when I am done here, haha.

Now that I have embedded that image into you head, I will tell you the funny story. As this whole oh la la activity was taking place the damn dogs had stadium seating. Ok, so the lil’ dog was under the bed whining and wagging his tail against the wood floor in a copying rhythm. The old bat of a mutt that we call K-dog was just staring at us from about 2 feet away from the side of the bed and the second our “passion” was over, she was trying to nudge her head between The Big Guy and I. Now the middle dog… he actually lay right next to the bed and at the first break in activity he jumped up on the bed like he was gonna be the third player in our two person game.

Isn’t it bad enough that we have to listen for the kids, barricade the damn door and be as silent as possible? Now, we have to put an arm block on the old bat, stay in constant motion if we don’t want to complete a threesome and make sure the bed doesn’t move too much and kill the lil ass dog that is under it. Why don’t we lock them outside the door you ask? Because then they bark, whine and scrape at the door to you let them in. I swear, I feel like I am being scrutinized by a bunch of mongrels. Come the hell on I say. I can’t perform under pressure, hahaha.

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