There comes a point in every relationships when you get to the "secure" spot. This is the point where you have the level of security and confidence in the feelings of the other person that you begin to feel comfortable, even in the most uncomfortable situations.
That's one of the nice things about being married - you're way past that awkwardness hump. So you wouldn't expect any of those embarrassing sex things to happen, right?
Yeah. I didn't either.
Our realtor is coming Wednesday to take pictures of our house so I decided I wanted to deep clean. And by deep clean, I mean do all things that should be done on a regular basis but that I spend a large quantity of time avoiding.
We have a ginormous (and really cool) pocket door between our living room and study - it's one of my favorite things about this house. It's about 8 feet tall and about 4 feet wide and I'm pretty certain it's authentic to the house. Our former neighbor told us that the couple that owned the house before us had knocked out the wall to put in a french door when they found it hidden behind the sheetrock.
We usually keep the door open and since it sits in the wall it gets really dusty. Well, that and the fact that I don't ever dust it. So I'm in the office, dusting and looking particularly unattractive when my hubby comes in. Apparently, I must have been holding that can of Pledge just right because the boy got frisky. Or maybe it was just the shock of seeing me do something domestic. Either way, one thing led to another *and this is the part where it gets adult, so escape now! and I go from the ladder to the desk. When suddenly there is a loud and unmistakable popping sound. I freeze and even though I know, I ask anyway. "Did the glass just break?"
Yes, the like super thick, tempered glass that covers our desk had cracked.
Nothing better than having the fact that you're fat highlighted during a moment of intimacy. Nope, that's not awkward at all.
Normally, I don't think it would have even been that big of a deal but I know it only cracked because I am super heavy right now. No, I really do know that. I've...um... kinda been on that desk before.
And not that he doesn't know I've gained weight - but breaking a piece of furniture is a first for me.
So diet begins tomorrow! Seriously have to do something, like now.
And when I want to cheat or eat something I know I shouldn't, I'm going to close my eyes and remember the night my ass cracked the glass.
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