Not Tonight, Dear

Random thoughts that came to me as WineGuy woke me from a nightmare about my father last night.

“Not tonight, dear, I have a knee-ache.” In fact, I can’t move my freakin’ leg without paroxysms of pain. Those 3.2 miles wracked my knees.

“Not tonight, dear, I have a hole in my va-jay-jay.” My gyn biopsied some “sensitive skin” yesterday. I discovered yet another realm of pain worse than childbirth: an anesthetic injection directly into the nether region. Hurts worse than an oral injection of Lidocaine for gum surgery.

“Not tonight, dear, I have children.”

‘Nuff said.

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