Over the weekend my husband and I reconnected. At one point I ws rubbing his chest with my toes-mind you, this was the middle of the day so it’s not like we were at the peak of romance here, but still-for a couple who sleeps with a four year old horizonal in between them every right, we take our intimacy where we can get it- anyway, picture this: Love of my life, rubbing my slender newly polished toes and newly shaved legs as my slipper falls to the floor. A gentle smile crosses his lips..then his brow wrinkles and a question forms in his eyes. He inhales loudly, then looks at my slender foot an inhales again. Then a look of horror washes over his face. “honey! GOD!” So I cupped his cheeks with my feet and used my superhuman toe strength to latch on.

Wedded bliss.

(does anyone know how to clean unwashable slippers?)