We’re both sitting on the couch. She made dinner a couple hours ago – lamb, peas, bread. Good stuff, really. She’s in a little pain from working on her belly dancing yesterday. I’m in some pain from having a little procedure done to an ingrown toenail a few days ago.It’s Friday night. We aren’t going out…it’s 12:30 p.m. and we’re both still clothed.She’s GLUED to the tube watching Stargate Universe. I haven’t really been following along, mostly because I’m of the opinion that everything Stargate sucks ass. I know that’s not really fair. It must be pretty good – *she* likes it – it just reminds me of an ex who was really really into it. He’d go so far to hit me if I interrupted his show. Yeah… memories. I just can’t seem to get into the series, or serieses, or whatever it is at this point. Space soap opera. I miss one episode, and boom – I’m totally and forever out of the loop.It’s over now. I’m kinda hoping she’ll wander to the bedroom and throw on some silky little thing, but I’d be happy with ice cream and hot fudge. That comforts the injured five year old in me… My toe still hurts. It’s NOT sexy. Not to think about, not to clean, not to dress it, and definitely not to accidentally bang into the coffee table or the dog.I lit a candle. Not for the mood, but for the scent. She turned down the lights. It’s *almost* romantic around here… except I’m pretty sure she’s not in the mood at all. She just turned on the Food Network and is watching something about pickled carp.yeah. I got yer fish taco right here baby. *sigh*Nothing else going on right now.
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