If you're a fan of the L Word, the title of this post will make you chortle. If you're not, you should
start watching it. Its very good. Its that time of the month again, if you're at all sqeaumish about syringes or sperm, then I would advise you to skip this post. Its oluvation on Saturday so our lovely man drove up to the big smhoke yesterday. He's a very accommodating chap. He rang us to tell us he was calling over after 10. We were out at Joseph, the musical, and left the keys with the kid to let him in. We get a phone call at around 11.00 from the man himself, saying he can't get in and when we tried ringing the kid, she hung up. We were not impressed.
Legged it home and let the man in. He suggested that we might have a go last night if you'll pardon my french. Whilst I was delighted, its quite hard to go from slightly tipsy and relaxed to turned on, but hey he was here, why waste time.
As it turns out , it looks like we're going to try loads this time. Mammy2 is delighted with the baby making, although personsally I think she has the harder job. I just get to lie back, she has to take care of aim, amount, making sure stuff stays in. This morning was another attempt, I know some people wake up thinking about sex, and fair play to them ,chances are they're teenage boys. So our man did his thing, whilst Mammy2 tried to get me worked up. Talking about tractors, female guards and potatoes really did it for me, I have to say. There's nothing like thinking about a scmexy new Holland tractor to get me in the mood. I was kidding by the way. This evening is another attempt and tomorrow if the man is up for it, pun intended.
The drama with the kid was something about jealousy, I gave up after that. She gets very jealous, which I think is a titch trait. Although I appear to have grown out of it. Matured is perhaps a good word. Stop sniggering at the back. I am mature.
This weekend, more baby attempts and I'm on call. The excitement of it all. I'm going to a gig. Yes I did say gig, the gospel according to teenagers says that concert is out, gig is in. A friend has chosen to help me with my music affliction. Apparently, having any eurovision song on your ipod warrents 'help'. There's some band called The Delays playing. Never heard of them logged on to their site and they sound nothing like the Backstreet Boys. I was very disappointed.
However, I always make a rule of trying something once, except brocoli. It is spawn of the devil and should never be touched under any circumstances.
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