So here we are… Valentine’s Day. A day of love, lust and longing. A day of jealousy, distraction and envy. Which side of the boat are you sitting on today?
This may or may not make you feel any better about that. It’s Valentine’s day. It’s Friday. My husband works every Friday night. Of course, Valentine’s day is not a real holiday, so we don’t actually get to take the day off, and I’m not even sure that the hubby would were it an optional thing. Money over matter. Isn’t that how the saying goes? 😉
Anyways, when I’m done work at 5:00, I won’t be going home to do myself up in anticipation of my hot date tonight. I won’t be looking extraordinarily fabulous, so I can go out with my friends and act like I’m absolutely wonderful on my own. In fact, when my hubby gets home, I’ll probably have already slipped into something a little more comfortable. By comfortable, I mean the fuzzy, super warm pjs my mom got me for Christmas. Nothing sexy about them… unless you think powder blue plaid is sexy. Bahaha. If you do, then you have other issues.
Oh, great. Now I’m starting to feel bad for my hubby. How the hell did that happen? Should I really rethink my choice of pajamas? It’s not that I don’t have a lovely hoard of silky, lacy things that leave nothing to the imagination. But I’m not the 20 year old, hot little thing I once was, and my hubby is not the buff, mysterious, sex machine he was when I met him. (more…)