happy new year y'all
My mom called me yesterday to wish me a happy new year, and ask what I had done to celebrate. She and my dad had gone to a party and stayed out until 1 a.m. (those party animals!). I told her that Jeff had to work in the morning early, so he wasn't really up for going out, and i was basically up for just hanging out with him and doing the cheesy "our first new year" whatever. She asked if I saw the fireworks from the space needle, and I told her no. She asked if I saw any fireworks, and I told her no. I think she got the drift and didn't ask much more about them.
Have you ever converted your bathroom into a steam room? Apparently it's not hard to do, and fuckin NICE. That's what we did. Some candles, glasses of water/drinks, a bong filled and some lube, and a tub with hot water and boom, you got yourself an entertaining evening. It was a good lesson in water-based lubes, and how they don't really work in that situation.
It was so effin nice to be in bed, just enjoying each other and tumbling around, and we hear the creaking of spinning what-cha-ma-call-its and screams from surrounding houses, and we pull away, and say "it's the new year. happy new year", smile, and get on back to it.
Yesterday, Jeff's friends Jon and Susan invited us over for black-eyed peas and food. This is the second beginning of a year I've eaten the superstitious meal on January 1st, which I find a little funny, considering it's still new to me, I forget all about it, yet I've found myself plopped in front if it. so what I do i do? eat up of course! My fucking god they taste good.
happy 07 y'all.
Have you ever converted your bathroom into a steam room? Apparently it's not hard to do, and fuckin NICE. That's what we did. Some candles, glasses of water/drinks, a bong filled and some lube, and a tub with hot water and boom, you got yourself an entertaining evening. It was a good lesson in water-based lubes, and how they don't really work in that situation.
It was so effin nice to be in bed, just enjoying each other and tumbling around, and we hear the creaking of spinning what-cha-ma-call-its and screams from surrounding houses, and we pull away, and say "it's the new year. happy new year", smile, and get on back to it.
Yesterday, Jeff's friends Jon and Susan invited us over for black-eyed peas and food. This is the second beginning of a year I've eaten the superstitious meal on January 1st, which I find a little funny, considering it's still new to me, I forget all about it, yet I've found myself plopped in front if it. so what I do i do? eat up of course! My fucking god they taste good.
happy 07 y'all.