I Love My Husband
It amazes me what my husband will put up with from me, and it always re-affirms my choice of spouse.
Many an evening is spent with the both of us at our respective computers chatting with friends, playing games and just surfing the interbutts. When I get bored I like to supplement my time by making strange and loud noises. Tonight was meowing random songs. Every few minutes I’d look to my husband to see if he was staring at me. He never was. So I commented to my friend Kit, whom I’d been chatting with over Gtalk, that my husband has incredible self control. The conversation went like this:
Inez: my husband has incredable self control
grandmoffkit: ?
Inez: I’ve been meowing loudly for the past 5-10 minutes and he hasn’t hit me yet :) and I love him for it
grandmoffkit: Hehe. Nice
Inez: he is giving me looks though :)
grandmoffkit: Of course, the best way to shut a girl up is to sex her up ;)
Inez: that might make her louder :D
grandmoffkit: In the best possible way
Inez: ^_^
I was sexed up last night and giggled the whole time :)
grandmoffkit: Strange. Now I want sex and yet I’ve never experienced it….Hm.
Inez: that’s like wanting a pickle in your ear
it’s never been done, but you want it
weird
grandmoffkit: Pickle in the ear is now how I will refer to sex.
Inez: yay!
Mmmm, now I want cookies
frosted sugar cookies
grandmoffkit: We have girl scout cookies
Inez: lucky!
we saw some for sale on the street but didn’t have any cash
There was a pause in the conversation while I announced to Richard that I wanted cookies. He agreed that cookies are indeed called for and started getting ready to go out and get some. After his shoes were on, he looked at me and asked if I really wanted cookies, as he knows I’m prone to bouts of over-active blabber. Things fall from my mouth without rhyme or reason and are sometimes flights of fancy that are gone in a moment or two. He needed to make sure this wasn’t one of them. To prove that I was indeed craving cookies I showed him where I had told Kit that I wanted them. He responded with a sigh and reached over toward my keyboard and sent a message to Kit.
Inez: Rich: Dude…never mention cookies to my wife. She will want them.
I giggled and told him that Kit never brought up cookies and that we were talking about pickles when I got the craving. I scrolled up a little farther so that he could see exactly how cookies came up. He looked at me, grabbed me by my cheeks and shook my head while saying, “Why are you soo weird?! Stop being so weird!”
I just giggled at him. At least I get cookies.
So here I am, the very essence of n00b, starting my own blog. Why? Fuck if I know. But at least now I can share the vast wonders of my mind as they spew forth like so many cupcakes onto a clown. That is to say, sweet though unnecessary and kind of terrifying. Yeah, I’m kinda like that. 
Ok now that I’ve picked myself up off the floor I want to say wonderful story and your husband is of course a saint…………who seems to have married himself an angel..
I’m glad you enjoyed the story. I should write about other times things like this happen. They’re so every day for us that I forget we’re not normal. ^_^
Yes, he is a saint. And thank you.
I am so glad you continue to post/to write. I come here for a peek into your life to see how you are. :)