My wife went out with her coworkers again last night. I didn't have the trouble sleeping this time, though, mainly because I knew when she'd be back. Her text messages and a thunderstorm woke me up a couple of times, but that's fine. I don't mind being awakened from sleep provided there's still time to go back to bed. I fall asleep very quickly. One of the benefits of getting five hours of sleep a night.
She and the thunderstorm did wake me up when she got home, so, at around 2:30 a.m., we did that thing. I'm likely wrong about this, but that could very well be the latest I've ever had sex. And I've learned this...I do better when I'm extremely tired. Let it be known.
Got the new iPhone 3G S, too. Because of a number mix up when I bought Tieraney's 3G last year (AT&T would let me just add the new phone onto my plan, so I had to upgrade my phone to the 3G, then swap the phone numbers so Tieraney could have it), I wasn't allowed to upgrade my first gen iPhone without paying a $100 penalty. I could've upgraded Tieraney's line and swapped numbers again, but to prevent this from being an issue every year (and for Appletell, I pretty much have to get each new iPhone), I just gave her the 3G S and took her old 3G. Now, the phone numbers are correct, according to AT&T, and I won't have to visit them every time I want a new phone.
Of course, Tieraney, bless her heart, doesn't see it that way. She just sees me giving her the better of the two phones. Perhaps that's why she was willing to have tired sex with me so early in the morning.
Works for me.
Kickoff goes into the end zone. Touchback.
Life's ball: 1st and 10 on it's own 20.
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Tired sex is happening!
ReplyDeleteMy attempt at a big play before the end of the half failed; I auditioned unsuccessfully for the return of Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. I suck and am fat and unloveable and all other things one thinks upon failing at something.
So, there's that.
We'll call that a full out blitz, I sent 8 guys to the QB and Life picked me clean, whistling a 29 yard ball right down the middle. First down for Life at my 15. I'm still down 7-0 and now, in a defensive struggle, they're knockin' on my door.
The swelling under my chin seems gone.
Good on phone.