The hub mooned me this morning. I have been with him for thirteen years and recognize this as a term of endearment of sorts. Because we're just weird like that. And he is just a mooner. He IS. It's just how he rolls. Only this time he had toilet paper stuck to his butt, so we both had a really good belly laugh over that and it sparked all manner of moon jokes to include the eclipse, blue moons and blue balls. Jesus. We're so fucking romantic around here. And now that I have seen the hub's ass complete with TP, talked of balls and heard the dogs noisily licking theirs as they cuddled up next to my feet (ugh) -- I'm going to bed. I wish I had some disinfectant for my brain first, but all I've got is some beer.
G'night. Sweet dreams.
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I think that is totally sweet. Happy mooning to you :)
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