A little bit of this, and a lot of sweating to that.
Yes, honey. THAT goes in right THERE... I know it's been a while. Ahem.
Need a third party processor? I just put in new batteries. Here you go...
Afterwards, we're lying with our legs intertwined. Comfortable.
Hub: How is it that so soon after sex, you are cold already? You're the Ice Queen.
Me: This isn't anything new. You've been calling me that for years.
Hub: Well, it still amazes me. You are like.... a thief of my heat. No. A Dementor! But not of souls; of heat.
Me: It's a good thing I'm just as nerdy as you, so to appreciate the awesomeness of that.
Hub: Sure. It wasn't meant to please you though.
Me: How could it not? We just had sex and you call me a Dementor of Heat. You made a movie reference -- that's soooo romantic!
Hub: You're warped. You know that, right?
Then I started singing 'Canned Heat' by Jamiroquai.
He didn't appreciate it. He deep sighed, rolled over and cocooned himself into his sheets, covering his ears.
Gawd damn party pooper!
"Dance! Nothing left for me to do but dance off
these bad times I'm going through, just dance.
Got canned heat in my heals tonight baby, Whoooooo!"
Sorry! Perhaps I should have put THIS version instead. GOSH!
This is for you, Sarcasm Goddess :)