Irony

Yesterday, I went to get the mail. We only had two things in the mailbox. One thing for the the Evil Twin and a piece of junk mail for moi:



Now, these people are clearly wasting their money sending this to me.

The Evil Twin and I have more sex than should be allowed for a 15 year old marriage. (TMI - sorry 'bout that, folks, but you know? We ARE married!).

In fact, I wake him up some nights if he goes to bed before I do, just to molest him. He doesn't mind.

It reminds me of a joke I tell.

When a couple first gets together, they have "all over the house" sex. The kitchen, bathroom, living room - no place is safe. After a few years of being together, it evolves into "bedroom" sex - strictly the bedroom and bed. Several years later, it becomes "hallway" sex. This is where they pass in the hallway, give each other the finger and say "Fuck you!"

Since we have children, we're somewhere between stage 1 and 2. Mostly 2. You know, in case the oldest one wakes up and needs us, at least we'd be behind a closed and locked door.

We've only been "caught" once and that was pretty tame. The Evil Twin had his mouth on one breast and Buddy came in and asked what he was doing.

The Evil Twin said he was "Just smelling mommy's armpit." Not a real plausible answer, but the only one he could come up with at a moment's notice.

Since then, we shut and lock the door. LOL.