Sometimes I do sexy things for my husband.
But sometimes I am putting rose petals in a trail to the bedroom and I'm wearing super high heels and he walks in the door so I run to hide because it's a surprise but I trip* and fall flailing on the floor and hurt myself. That's not as sexy as the original idea.
*or maybe not even trip. I'm possibly the worst high-heel-walker EVER.
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we were always half crazy, now look at you baby. you make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme (~ani difranco)
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