Where do I start? Where oh where to start?
I’ve spent the last 90 minutes slinking throughout Oblivion’s blog. Her history is short but she’s got big archives. I have no idea why I haven’t seen her before. I’m sure I have but it just never registered. As a collector of train wreck marriages, my trophy case wouldn’t be complete without her addition to my collection. And since KJ disappeared, I currently have an opening for this exact kind of story.
Anyway, she has this new tattoo in the small of her back that her husband has not seen yet. Well, it’s not a new tattoo, exactly. It’s 3 months old. If you go back into her archives YOU can see it. So yeah, you all get to see something her husband has not seen before he gets to see it. How cool is that?
In 2006, I wore the cage on a few occasions, and each time shaved the nest off from around the bird of paradise. And each time it grew back completely. And Arwyn never knew, noticed or cared. Of course if she got a tattoo would I notice? If the opportunity exists, I’m looking. I adore seeing her naked. But she does not adore me seeing her naked so much. Must be my reptilian eyes or something.
Like the time I tried to snuggle and she commented my arm was too heavy. I told her that maybe they were too rough like a reptile’s.
“Reptile? What are you talking about?”
“Well, you hate my touch so much, I figured I must be all rough, creepy and scaly like a snake.” I offered.
“Snake skin is smooth.” She said as she rolled over and went to sleep.
How utterly comforting.
But that was then, a few months ago.
Now, let’s go back to another time a few months ago, when we described my sleeping arrangements. Yes, following FTN’s little theme. Remember the stunning pictures. (odd…WP didn’t even archive that post)
Arwyn asked tonight if I could sleep in my oldest’s room whilst he slept in our bed. It was just the way she did it. Of course, she was in the bed and so was he, so there was no making a scene, here. There was me going to the computer to spend time with you all. And there’s that bottle of wine that I bought b fore the holidays that hasn’t been opened yet…
Screw-off cap! Cool! No need for a corkscrew!
I’m curious how the “sleep-in-separate-beds/rooms” folks do it.