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If you're looking for a steamy read, long, short or in between, where the characters are all over each other, get down and dirty, than I can guarantee that you will find something here. I'm going to level with you, my erotic romances are explicit and graphic in nature, but they all have happily forever or happily for now endings.
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Wednesday, July 9, 2008
I love my husband...I love my husband...I love my
It's not that hubby doesn't do those things anyway, only it's one or the other. NOT all of them at the same time. After all, he doesn't want to spoil me:) If I didn't know better I'd think the man was having an affair or something and felt guilty.
Tonight I came home to home made spaghetti with sausage. It was good, and it was EVERYWHERE! God love that man, he doesn't see that well. Either that or he pretends he can't see. How many times have I picked something up that he's dropped only to hear when I question him about it, "I didn't see it?" Too many. I'm not stupid.
Since he cooked, he's always quick to say "since I cooked you clean up". I don't remind him that I have to clean up when I cook. I washed the dishes, counter tops, stove top, the side of the microwave where the sauce splashed, (we have white appliances) the stove, the can opener, the fronts of the cabinets (have off white cabinets, too). I'll have to leave the curtains for wash day.
Didn't take long to clean up and the spaghetti was worth it:) But I still can't help wonder what's going on.