In a funk...

As of last Thursday, we had promised tales and photos from our experiences in the bedroom with whipped cream! Well to be absolutely honest last Thursday by the time we made it to the bedroom I think Jane and I were already asleep - (Read as no sex). Friday, Saturday, Sunday... Work, more work and house work. Sunday we cleaned the entire house, I worked on setting up the new PC, she found a Project Runway marathon, and we went to bed early. (again read as no sex.) Monday: She and I both went and got our hair cut and colored! Hers is freaking awesome and she looks absolutely stunning. We even set the time to go to bed as 9:00 to make sure we got to "play". Well, 9 comes around, we get ready for bed, we talk about the whipped cream and she says, "I don't know, I expect it to be spontaneous." So okay I'm honestly fine with that. We lay down and zzzzzzzzzzz.... That's right folks asleep. At 9 fucking 15 PM. (You guessed it - no sex.)

Have our lives come to this? Ugh. I'm not laying blame... mainly 'cause I don't feel like taking any blame. But honestly, I almost laughed when she said she expected it to be spontaneous. Spontaneous is not a word I would use to describe us. I'm not saying this is good or bad but its the truth. Perhaps I should clear that up. We have spontaneous sex, but that's typically it. If we plan on adding something (ie: toys, a new position, whipped cream) we have to schedule that 'cause we need time to prepare. Lets see... um I have an opening on Thursday September 21, are mornings or afternoons better for you? Hopefully we'll have those promised pics then! Provided something else doesn't come up.

I realise that this is all very cynical but right now I am feeling pretty fucking cynical.

Sigh... Oh well, back to work. (Read as Kill me Billy!)