I always figured I was a cuddler, but apparently I showed I'm more of a submission wrestler. A lot of nights me and Amanda sleep front-to-back with my arm over her. Sometimes, I'm told as I have no memory of this, I hold her a little tight. Last night she woke up and need to go to the bathroom. Her account states that I had my arm completely around her and one of my legs over hers.
"Honey," she whispers to me, "can you move, I gotta go pee."
"Do you surrender?!"
"Um, I guess..."
"Alright then...zzzzzzzz"
Later in the night I head butted her but still woke up this morning with both my testicles intact. Any wonder why I love this lady?
She recounted this story to me and asked what I was dreaming about. I rarely remember dreams (if you dreamt the things I did, you'd probably block 'em out too).
Anyway.
It was a fun filled weekend of packing, and discoveries. Mostly of all the porn I've stashed around the house at random. It was packed away unceremoniously along with the sex toys, my vintage Mr. Potato-head and my collection of Cracker Jack prizes in one box. I can only imagine he movers faces if they open that one up.
So, this weekend we took out the digital and shot an excessive number of photos of the house. With very little encouragement, Amanda got my to strip down so she could take a few shots of me tryin' ta look sexah.
I've gain about 10 to 15 pounds in the past year and a half or so trying to "bulk up". Judging from the photos, all I've managed to do is loose definition. So much effort for so little gain. *sigh*
Anyway, we scampered around, taking shots of each other (256 MB cards are a must). I wanted her to take a shot of my ass (which I never see, but am told is nice) and ended up fighting her off from taking pics of Mr. Wigglesworth. All of those ended up blurry with my hand flying through them like I was in a poorly dubbed Kung Fu flick.
I wonder if my mouth was moving off sync when she had to tap out to go to the toilet?
"Honey," she whispers to me, "can you move, I gotta go pee."
"Do you surrender?!"
"Um, I guess..."
"Alright then...zzzzzzzz"
Later in the night I head butted her but still woke up this morning with both my testicles intact. Any wonder why I love this lady?
She recounted this story to me and asked what I was dreaming about. I rarely remember dreams (if you dreamt the things I did, you'd probably block 'em out too).
Anyway.
It was a fun filled weekend of packing, and discoveries. Mostly of all the porn I've stashed around the house at random. It was packed away unceremoniously along with the sex toys, my vintage Mr. Potato-head and my collection of Cracker Jack prizes in one box. I can only imagine he movers faces if they open that one up.
So, this weekend we took out the digital and shot an excessive number of photos of the house. With very little encouragement, Amanda got my to strip down so she could take a few shots of me tryin' ta look sexah.
I've gain about 10 to 15 pounds in the past year and a half or so trying to "bulk up". Judging from the photos, all I've managed to do is loose definition. So much effort for so little gain. *sigh*
Anyway, we scampered around, taking shots of each other (256 MB cards are a must). I wanted her to take a shot of my ass (which I never see, but am told is nice) and ended up fighting her off from taking pics of Mr. Wigglesworth. All of those ended up blurry with my hand flying through them like I was in a poorly dubbed Kung Fu flick.
I wonder if my mouth was moving off sync when she had to tap out to go to the toilet?