So this day was crap. Not all crap because I did get laid, but that was shortlived as we argued immediately after. I wish I knew what was wrong with me...why I feel so jealous and possessive all of the time. Anyways so here goes:
We got up this morning and had a great time loading up the car and getting ready to go fishing. We stopped at the gas station to get a bag of ice and morning coffee...yay for coffee.
We made it to the pond at about 7:00 and the fishing was ON! We were fishing for about an hour when I started to feel like I was aggravating him. From there the mood took a serious down turn. I clammed up and quit talking, and I even went so far as to quit fishing! (wtf?! I know) I just felt so despondent at the fact that here we were in another "spat" with no better reason than hurt feelings. That pretty much screwed the fishing trip...which sucked, because we both love fishing so much.
After that, we came home and just really lazed around the house for a couple of hours. We finally had a major discussion (no arguing, for once and just talking) and with much reassurance and plenty of make up kisses, we moved on with our day productively.
We ended up STARVING (as neither of us had eaten yet, we both go on hunger strikes when we have issues) so we drove to Chandler to get chinese. We pulled into the only chinese restaurant in town (called "The China Restaurant"...how hilarious is that?) and placed our order. Our eyes were totally bigger than our stomachs because we ordered waaaaay too much food. Anyways, on our way back home, we stopped off at Sonic so Elvis (thats my husband and that is NOT his real name, but it is what he would like for you to call him) anyways so Elvis wanted to stop off at Sonic and get his favorite Sprite-with-Watermelon-flavor. I got a double-stuffed oreo blast. Side note...do you know how many calories is in one of those bitches???!!! 1060!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ridiculous. That shouldn't even be legal. And yet it is. Had I known that, I would have fasted these four days.
ANYWAYS...so after we ate, we came back to bed to cuddle for a few minutes while Elvis enjoyed his weekend nap. Turns out, I could use a nap as well, so we napped for a couple of hours. We both woke up hungry (go figure, that's Chinese for ya) so we dug into our leftovers again. After that we went back outside and watered all of our many many many many many many flowers. (we have many of them) They looked pretty freakin' puny after not being watered since Thursday. What a load of work these flowers have turned out to be. After that, we came back inside and I called my Mom (who isn't my real Mom, but she most certainly has mothered me since mine own sweet mom has died...NO ONE could replace that woman, but I do enjoy the Mother-Daughter relationship I share with this awesome lady) Yeah, so made my daily call to her and whilst I was engaged in conversation with her, my ever so attentive husband, plopped down on the outside step beside me and I commenced to rubbing his leg...which lead to rubbing his cock...which led to ending the phone conversation to my mom...which led to venery in the bedroom, shortly thereafter. Yay for fucking.
The shitty thing was, almost as soon as the afterglow started, I opened my HUGE mouth and started in again with my issues. (REALLY?? As if this household hasn't heard enough of these same issues in the past 3 months to last a LIFETIME!!) Yeah. I did. So we ended up "almost fighting" again. A-freakin-gain. Ahhhhhhh!!!! But we got past it and are now laying quite peacefully in the bed side by side with nary an issue in sight. Phew. I am so ready to put my crazy head to rest.
Is that enough for one day? Was that TMI? If so, fuck off...no one invited you here. Also, Elvis said the funniest thing tonight: I seriously laugh my ass off at this guy just about daily and the shit he says- but today, he was unpacking the chinese food feast, he didn't see my hot n sour soup. He goes, lmao, "I'm gonna tell that chinese lady she better get her pagoda bike and meet me at the big curve in Davenport with my baby's soup." My god, I thought I was gonna die laughing. It doesn't help that I did my crunches at the gym yesterday, so every time he cracks me up, I am in utter agony with the laughing. But that's okay, I would much rather ache and be happy. :)
Ta-ta.
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