I was sitting here in bed writing one of the content pieces while #4son watches Boomerang Zoo and I remembered something about last night. We were about to smoke that last joint (speaking of joints- I wish lil'brother would rise up off the couch and go about his business. Id like to smoke a joint but cant while he is here. wont be arty to sending him back to the big house. although I'm sure he will do that all on his own and quite soon).
But we were laying here and hubby starts to kiss me. ok, whatever, I could stand a little affection but his breath smelled like cigarettes and he smelled like sweat. I pulled away a bit and he says "Why don't we just lay around and cuddle?"
I said nothing but I thought to myself..."Who does he think he's married to? I have never, ever in my life just laid around and cuddled. Never. Not even when we were brand new. And I had quite an infatuation for him then- he of the 18 year old loins and big brown eyes. Looked pretty damn good to 28 year old me. Damn I robbed the cradle. Now- 12 years later I wonder if I shouldn't have just stayed waiting tables at waffle house and following Anthony Dalton around like he hung the moon.

Shit- even my hindsight isn't 20/20

Back to the grindstone...I'm hungry but don't want to take the time to stop and eat. Is that dedication or desperation?