Don't know why. After the plow broke last winter and I had to dig us out with a shovel, I was a wreck.The lovely and stimulating Mrs. Borepatch could have met me at the door with a rose between her teeth and I would have taken 4 ibuprofin with a bourbon chaser and fallen asleep.Last of the red hot lovers, that's me.;-)
Well, it IS one way to keep warm... :-)
Hey, if you've got some impromptu free time, why not?
I'm with Ted. I had strong intents to make some smooth moves last night with the Mrs. Instead, I peeled out of my soaked clothes, hopped beneath the covers and shivered myself to sleep.I was too TIRED for love! : ]
sleep is overrated, boys.
Heh. I thought the last line of the article was funny:"He explains couples aren’t just playing video games when stranded indoors."Gee, thanks for the explanation, Doc. That "baby boom" was a puzzler until you cleared it up for us.
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Ouch, Phlegmy!The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.;-)
I can remember you writing about waiting for the neighbor to have a problem so you could call 911 and Mike could steal his snow blower...
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