The fruit of our amorous entwine

I received some interesting news this past week.

Mind-numbing, blood-curdling, seizure-inducing news.

Mr. Neruda and I had a night of irresponsible sex. We are usually most careful, but after 5+ years of amorous entwines we are bound to become complacent occasionally.

There is currently an omelet the size of a sesame seed inside my belly at this very moment.

Um . . .

3 comments:

  1. ARE YOU CRAPPING ME?!?!?! ?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!

    I AM SO PSYCHED!!!!!!

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  2. My dear friend, this is not something I would crap about. And apparently not something I get to crap much during either.

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  3. Hahahaha!!! I adore you. You are hilarious. I will call you when I get my voice back - it left for a while.

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