BJs For Coffee

I’m back to sleeping in my own bed with my husband. And no more staying up till 5, 6, sometimes 8am and sleeping till 3pm. I’m now on a fall at 2am, rise at 11am schedule….which is better.

Last night when we went upstairs to bed Donny jumped in the shower while I watched General Hospital from Friday on the TiVo. For some reason there were two TiVo remotes in my bed which meant that either the family room or the study was missing one.

Donny gets out the shower and enters the bedroom wearing boxers and sporting wet hair. I swear he’s starting to do this shit on purpose.

“Can you turn the shower back on? I think I want to take one.”

He does and enters the bedroom again to find me rummaging through a pile of clean clothes on the floor. Don’t judge me!

“Oh, crap. I don’t have anything to sleep in.”

“Me either. Let’s just sleep naked, Nina.”

Ladies, let me tell you. When you’re constantly fighting with 15-20 extra pounds to know that your husband still likes seeing you naked feels pretty damn good. Especially when your husband is hot and is beginning to sport….

Ok, we interrupt your regularly scheduled blog to share what just happened not ONE minute ago…I wanted to see what it is that Donny is sporting. Cause he’s getting all defined and stuff in the ab area and those two little greases on the side that leads down to his happy place. You know what I mean, but I didn’t know how to accurately describe it so I yell out to the family room (I’m in the study), “Donny! Come here!”

He enters the study wearing jeans and a t-shirt and holding a coffee cup.  I pull him by his t-shirt to bring him closer. He’s standing right over me. My face is crotch level. I pull up his t-shirt and instruct him to, “Hold it up.” He pauses to rest his coffee cup on the computer desk and this causes the t-shirt to fall again. I yell, “Hold it up!”

He does and I begin to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his jeans and unzip the zipper.  I spread open the top of jeans and inspect his stomach, pulling down the waistband of his boxers to inspect even further.

“You make me sick.”  He doesn’t even work out, people! It’s not right!

I flutter my hand like shooing a fly. His cue to leave.  I glance down and damn if he isn’t hard.

“Donny! We just did it last night!  That’s not what I called you in here for. God! Get that thing away from my coffee!”

“Sorry,” he laughs as he goes back in the family room.

Now, I totally forgot the point of my last story because I was distracted by his penis.  I know that is was going to end with us having sex last night, but now I’ve already told you that so I guess as long as the outcome is the same….

I woke up this morning to find the bed empty and decided I was going to spend a few hours in bed watching TV. I had some old episodes of Dateline, 20/20, and Forsenic Files I wanted to clear off the TiVo. After about an hour and a half I found myself wondering why Donny hadn’t come up to wake me yet. I thought to myself, “I miss the weekend mornings when he’d wake up first and make breakfast.”

I threw back the comforter and left the bedroom wearing nothing but a t-shirt. That’s it. As I begin to pass in front of the gallery window I briefly wonder if I should go put some pants on. By the time I realize that I should I’m halfway in front of the window and I see two guys sitting in a truck across the cul-de-sac in front of the Mexican family’s house. Too late. Whatever. All they saw was, probably, the bottom of my butt cheeks.  Good for them.

When I entered the kitchen I could see into the family room and noted that Donny was on the couch playing Madden. There was coffee brewed and a box of donuts on the stove….

You know, I don’t really know where I was going with this one either, but it just occurred to me that maybe I should have at least blew him just now. I mean, this coffee is pretty damn good and well, donuts are always a nice touch.