Pirates in my kitchen

So I stumble out of bed after having struggled to fall sleep without Ambien (and having fallen asleep just as my alarm to get the Teen up for school started to blare in my ear, whereupon I woke him up and crawled back in bed and finally – finally! – fell asleep) and I trudge to my coffee pot and get a cup going and Taylor comes up behind me and nuzzles my neck and pulls my robe open over my boobies and proceeds to grope.  And I’m tired, right? And have had no coffee.  So I’m all “Oh, halp, a mean, nasty pirate just ripped open my shirt and bared my boobies” and he laughs into my hair and bends me over a bit, lifting my robe over my butt in the back.  And I’m all “Oh noes, I’m being ravished!” which turned into much laughter as he tried to guide me back to bed without talking and I suck at that and I go the wrong direction all the time and I’m finally like “dude, use your words!” and then we’re laughing and fucking and I’m singing “good morning to you, good morning to you” as we do.

Now, of course, I’ve had my coffee so I’m pretty much back to normal and I promise not to sing anything at all.

I’m also not feeling the whole “I’m gonna masturbate all day” vibe after all that but, hey, I can upload clips instead of doing video reviews, right?  Right.

I think I’m getting more used to the new theme.  I was going for something less blatantly adult immediately upon opening the page.  Something less dark and more light and airy without being girly. I dunno if I LOVE this one, but it’ll do for now.

And that’s about all I have for ya this morning.  Time to do laundry and make my bed.  After I wash the sheets.