Well,
Kinda embarasing but funny so here goes. I had only 1 pair of flannels and the seat of them ripped so I hand sewed them. Yep you know it. Washed once and it tore open…
Well, last night it was COLLLLLLD! So I put on my flannels and I went into the living room where Fiance was reclining watching t.v. and I began doing a sexy dance.
He said ”What the hell are you doing?”
So I turn around and SH SH SHIMMMIED – yep- butt showing and all.
He laughed so hard I said “Yeah you _know_ you want it.”
So…. later that night.. he snuggled up to me as we were falling asleep and put his arm around me and I whispered
Softly and Sexy (like I learned in that one blog)
“It was the flannels wasn’t it?”
Talk about a mood killer
HAHAHHAHA
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There are many facets to my personality. I will be sharing most of them on this blog site; Christian, writer, martial artist, researcher, mother, the list goes on.
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*The genetic predisposition of PTSD and testing before allowing entry into the military
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My career has included stints as a magazine editor, medical office manager, legal secretary, executive director of non profit organization, martial arts instructor and customer service representative.
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May 23rd, 2011 at 9:14 am
Sounds like a night outta my life right down to the word you used.
My husband is way anti flannels though. Calls them bed armour and claims I only put on jammies like that when I really don’t want bothered.