Right now, my husband, Z, is practically sleeping on his face, but still manages to snore loud and deep. How does he do it? I want to put a pillow over his face to mute the sound. But, that seems unkind.
We went over to Lisa and Scott's house to hang out and have dinner. As usual, the boys had to drink in each other's company. The two of them are like a dysfunctional couple who need to drink to get along with each other. They get along when they're sober, but for whatever reason, alcohol makes their bond stronger. Lisa didn't drink because she's five months pregnant. I didn't drink because 1) I'm trying to clear up my eczema situation and 2) who the fuck would drive us home. (I have such a potty mouth.)
We left at 8:30, which is earlier than usual, but I had promised Z this afternoon that we would have sex tonight. Yes. Sex. No. Not make love. We already have love and we are not making more of it tonight. I'm too tired for that and I have to get up early for work tomorrow. I just promised him, that's all.
Eczema sex is definitely not a sexy, sultry, steamy affair. I hate it. I mean, right now, I have itchy hives on my chest and my inner thighs as result of all that looove Z was making to me.