By pjs I mean his T-shirt and underwear. This is how he sleeps every single night. I, on the other hand, 75% of the time like to sleep nude. Very comfortable.
Yes, we hired a housekeeper back in May. I had an opportunity to accept a new job making 40% more salary but I HATED to leave my old job. The new job is in a start up field so a lot more time is going to be devoted to this job so Sauron and I agreed I could hire someone to help out around the house through the holidays until I get used to this new schedule and don’t feel like I’m not spending any time with the kids and him.
After October, there will be no more housekeeper.
I have cleaned my own house other than since May and I’ll go back to doing it in November. I just got a small reprieve from doing it.
Seeing that I’m not typing from within the womb, one would assume . . . eh, screw it, I sleep buck nekkid.
You might want to multiply that by 3. I have always been happy with mine. . . it’s not too big and not too small, it’s just right. (and no, I’m not sleeping with Goldilocks, although I am partial to blonde men)
No, no, jarbabyj – the plural of “penis” is “penes”. Like “parenthesis” and “parentheses”. As in: “I’m trying really hard not to picture what three two-inch penes would look like.”
Evil Captor has done a great many of the afore mentioned things including putting the dry cereal in the freezer and fresh chickens in the pantry, but he is AWAKE! Car keys being the worst as we have found them in the freezer, the coffee pot and his pants (but not the pockets).
Makes things interesting. Sadly, it looks like Cotta-kid is de-volving along the same lines as his father. <<sigh…>>
Because in Section 239-J , subsection H, of the Baboon Book of Laws, there is a rule that specifically states that I am allowed to get upset over 52 things for no damn reason, other than… just because. This is one of them. One simply does not pee in the shower at Chez Baboon.
“I used to get so drunk that I would wake up and think, ‘Should I get up and pee, or just pee in the bed?’ Literally weighing the pros and the cons. ‘Well, it’ll be warm for a minute… It’s a big bed; I can just roll over… I’ll just blame it on that guy.’”
I always dream that I’m pissing some place completely inappropriate, like in someone’s clothes dryer, and then wake up to find that I really do have to piss. But as far as I know, I’ve never actually gotten up and peed in someone’s oven. I need to watch out, though, because I’m about the same age as Sauron.
When we were late teens, one of my best friends was finally allowed to say at his girlfriends Italian parents house. But only whent her father had gone to Italy to visit his family. Anyway, he got up in the night, had a piss in the right place but then went into the tiny 4’10" Italian mothers bedroom naked and tried to get into bed with her.
