“I made you come,” he said, joining me in the kitchen as I made the girls toast. “But did you make me coffee?”
“Over there, babe.”
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These are the fast and dirty ramblings of a woman who is barreling straight into her middle age. These writings come from the middle of her life, not a particularly bad time either. She’s not freaked out. She doesn’t sit on the couch all day watching soaps and fantasizing about a life completely out of reach.
5 comments:
HA! maybe it's not so hard to lean into that love after all.
What a delicious trade. We should all be so lucky!
too funny!
the elegance of your sensual confidence and spousal attention is intoxicating. you go, girl!
Cream and sugar.
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