Jan 07, 2009 18:42
is on its final iteration. I think.
Of course, there's no way I can read this thing out loud right now. First of all, Da Boy is in the room. Second of all, the Hubby has gone off on a three-day trip. Third of all, I wouldn't read this to the Hubby anyway because, seriously, there are some things I don't want him to know about how my brain works.
This thing isn't even in the same country as my comfort zone, let alone the same zip code.
I guess...stepping out of our comfort zones is...good?
Still feel kinda dirty for writing it, though.
badwrong fic