I Discovered 69 In A Flea Market...

I love me some pudgy nerd. For real, is there anything in the world hotter than a tubby techie/trekkie? Answer to my question: No. Answer to your question of "Is this bitch joking?": Definitely not. My man is hefty in both body and brain, and it does it for me. That being said, this is not really a post about sex. Instead, it's more about thrifting. If thrifting got sexy. You're intrigued now, aren't you, you perverts? Anyway, earlier this week, when this story starts, my husband (Chris) and I were strolling through a flea market when I found

I'm Worried I'm A Furry...

So, things got weird in the bedroom last night. My husband and I were snuggled under the covers, and Chris drifted asleep before I did. I lay drowsily content in his arms and was about two seconds away from entering the Land of Nod myself when my husband started softly snoring. The sleepy serenade didn't annoy me. Instead, it sounded gentle and sweet and conveyed nothing but a sense of contentment. I loved it. My man was happy even when freed from the bonds of consciousness, a realm that dictates he at least feign joy in my presence. And then,