Time for a Nooner

I'm going to get right to the point here; I slept with my husband in the middle of the afternoon yesterday! It's shameful behavior for a 65-year-old woman and a 69-year-old man, I know, but we just couldn't help ourselves. Maybe I need to explain, so you won't be so shocked and appalled.

It started out just like any other Thursday. We woke up, showered, and ate breakfast. Are you following me, here? Okay, I went to my office and spent some time on my laptop, and hubby watched a little television, and then the trouble began: We went back to the Chamber of Horrors. (If you aren't familiar with the Chamber and the goddess of torture and her pain paraphernalia, you may want to go back and read : http://wrestlingretirement.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-to-torture-chamber.html before continuing. It's okay, I'll wait for you.

Are you back now? Good. Well we did our tour in the Chamber, and it was pretty much as I described in that earlier post, except the goddess was just back from a week of vacation, so she was even more perky and chipper than usual. (translate: she had new and more nefarious contortions and movements to put us through!) Even more of the "Step 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1" than before with an added twist of having us perform opposite arm and leg movements, until our eyes were crossed from the sheer effort of trying to remember to raise the right arm while kicking out with the left foot--well, you get the idea!

When the maniacal maneuvers mercifully came to an end, we dragged our panting, perspiring , pitiful piles of pain once known as our bodies home. We read the mail; I made us sandwiches for lunch, which we devoured ravenously.

Having finished lunch we moved into the living room, each settled into our individual recliners in front of the television, and immediately fell into a deep snooze. And that, my fellow bloggers, is how I happened to sleep with my husband in the middle of the afternoon!

WHAAAT?

You were expecting porn? At our age, nooner takes on a whole new meaning!