shadesong: "We can't even post that."
yendi: "Just providing the necessary background would take hours."
You just... *waves hands* aagh. Okay.
In other news, Elayna decided to use lotion on her legs after her bath and was delighted with the fragrance. "Smell, Mommy!" she said, shoving her hand under my nose. I smelled.
And went reeling backwards as the malignant stench of chemically-simulated blueberry throttled my sinuses. Reeled. Staggered. Gagged. Choked.
The child laughed, I tell you.
I'm going to go have chocolate ice cream now. Because, a full hour later, that abomination is still up my nose.
But the thing with Adam, it was... we just...
No one gets us but us. That's why we're married.