Why I Might Run Over Your Mailbox... and other sexy stories

The other evening, my husband and I were getting ready to turn in for the night. The house was dark and silent because the kids were fast asleep. He'd been working some pretty long hours over the past week, and we hadn't spent much quality time together. So naturally, while we were pulling the covers back and getting ready to dive in, our eyes met and we gave each other one of those looks--you know the kind. I'm sure you can all guess what happened next:

We grabbed the flashlight and made a tent out of the covers!  This, of course, resulted in laughing and snickering that didn't end until he trapped me under the covers, yelled "Dutch Oven!" and farted. Then, I repeatedly punched him in the leg until he finally let me out.

I bet you thought I was gonna tell you a sexy story, huh? Pfft! We've been married nearly seven years now. That is a sexy story, friends. If you newlyweds out there don't believe me, just wait. If you've been married longer, you're most likely nodding.

In speaking of romance, I've actually been tossing around the idea of writing a series of un-romance novels. I figure the world will eventually grow tired of deviant sex with sparkly dead things (vampire novels, for those of you who are slow on the uptake), and I figure someone needs to be there to catch them with something incredibly different when they fall. That someone probably won't be me, seeing as I can't make myself finish a 1,000 piece puzzle--much less a novel. Still, I'm tossing around the idea. It's the thought that counts, right?

 ...and if you steal my thought, I'll hunt you down and run over your mailbox or something. I mean it.

One last thing! It's Monday. Just incase you woke up in a good mood this morning, I thought I'd ruin it for you with that one little sentence. It's not because I hate you or anything. I just like knowing we're all on the same page. I get a sick satisfaction from knowing you're all in the same crappy boat as me.

That is all.