Gary stroked my new pajamas. “Oooh. These new wicking pajamas are soft.”
“They’re doing the job. I don’t wake up sweaty anymore.”
“Mmmmmmmm. Soft.” Gary moved up and stroked my wattle. “That’s soft too.”
“Oh! Do you want to have sex?”
“Neh.”
The end.
8 responses to “The State of the Union”
So, not just the pjs and wattle that were soft? (Gasp! Who said that? It wasn’t me!)
Big Dot – I feel rather guilty for laughing at that for five minutes.
Coulda been worse. He could have said yes and then gone to sleep cuddled up to your pjs….Been there. Done that (sans wicking pajamas).
Sherri – Are you saying – your pajamas wicked up a wet spot?
Nope, saying there was no wet spot at all.Also — saw this, thought of you.http://www.imdb.com/news/ni0652780/
Sherri – I do not hold out hope for this relationship.
I am unreasonably heartened at the idea of John Cleese looking semi-decent in the altogether. Especially since I don’t.
Tami – I do like the fact that she looked for his good points. I hope John keeps doing the same for her when she hits 45.