On the nights that we do get to cuddle up and sleep because he's NOT working, Puppy Guts and I will fall asleep, talking about random things. None of it probably makes any sense and when I say random.....
Just being that tired and having satisfied our , erhm.... carnal cravings <ehem>, and feeling the comfort of the other in the bed next to us, it feels like we're solving the world's problems, speaking in a gibberish that only the two of us can understand, and it all makes sense to us. That's fuckin' bliss right there. :sigh:
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