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?)
Yet another thing we have in common. heh.
Dryel?