Then that.

That’s the sex I stay for. Holy shit.

This week of the kids-in-camp so we can have dates and go through these little raging mini-dramas as we talk about the changes we need to make in our lives for the next stage is kind of awesome.

The ups! The downs! The fucking! The refusing to fuck! The denouncements! The make up sex! And yet… more clothespins.

And we got it all cleaned up in time for little friends to come over and visit. I will do tile work and look like the sedate suburban mommy I am.


We are having a dinner party for nine. Maybe I’ll set up for that before I go do tile. The best part isĀ I’m not cooking. My friends are buying ingredients, bringing them to my house and cooking for me.

Because my life is that fucking awesome.