…a mug of vanilla coffee, throw a handful of vanilla salts in the bath water and let the warmth ease my muscles and soothe my soul – not that either are very sore but, still, some ease and soothing can never hurt.
Morning Sex and Coffee
I’m not a fan of waking up so being woken up before I’m ready by someone groping and grabbing just irritates me. My head spins around like the girl from The Exorcist and it’s not at all pretty.
Sleep? What sleep?
Yeah, I got some. In fact, I slept until nearly one in the afternoon today. But why, you may ask, when I went to bed at like…. oh… NINE last night? In a word — Taylor. See, I’m out of ambien. This is a huge bummer because I’m a chronic insomniac (and have
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




