shhh

they just left.
like not even a second ago.
they are gone.
WHOO HOOOO!!! PARTY TIME!
ok, maybe really just lots of fun time to sit around, clean, eat loads of junk, and play music loud and stay up late.
crazy.
dan just took all, yes three, kids out to his mothers to spend the night.
and i'm alone.
blissfully alone.
i plan on doing everything and nothing all at the same time.
glorious




Now a funny story to share.

Fist the background to say that i didn't run out and purchase this product but was given it. So when I was given the product (Devinn Lane's Succulent Blossom) I was confounded that I didn't know what it was for (I assumed it was for me since I was the recipient, but no... ). Quick google search later and I found the answer to my confusion. Well, we do have a little black box of toys and extras that is so extremely dusty showing how never often we use it (or need to), so instead of digging that sucker out to bury this new toy in, I just stuck it in my bedside table drawer; way in the back. It was funny the day that carter came out of the room holding the jellous, wiggling thing in his hand asking in his innocent way "wass dis? wass dis?". I laughed and put it back and made sure the lock was locked on the drawer. Well, the other day Morgan found it. She calls down from upstairs "Mom, what's that purple flower thingy? Can I have it?". Not expecting that to be what she was asking about, I yelled back, "what purple flower thingy and probably no. Where did you find it?", one second later I had an ah ha moment. I grinned widely and checked Dan out to see if he knew too- he had no clue, so I let this one play out for the fun of it. I told her to bring it out so i could see what she was talking about. She appears at the top of the stairs with the god forbidden sex toy in her hand. She wanted to know what it was. I ambiguously told her it was a Mommy thing, and she didn't question that but asked if I could keep it for her so she could have it when she was a mommy. The thought of opening the old sex toy that she found as a five year old in Mommy's bedside drawer as a baby shower gift and her horrific face when I explain to her that it was what she wanted, the passing down of my things to her once she's old enough. It was funny. Of course she wanted to know why I was laughing (or at least trying not to), and I gently explained to her that there are certain things of mine that she won't want when she's older and that would be one of them. She probably would have argued with me about how she liked it and it was pretty so she would want it when she's older or a mommy herself, but I just told her to put it back and stay out of the drawer.

Now I'm very lucky I suppose to have all this happen without company over, so I learned my lesson and stuck the thing in the dusty black box to perhaps never be seen again (or at least not till the sex life dies down :)

And now I shall go enjoy the freedom and silence and wait for the phone call that will inveribly come bringing my time alone to a screeching halt.

peace love unity respect