"sexperiment"

i have thought of a catchy title for my experiment...sexperiement, i find it quite clever, if i don't say so myself. however proud i am for this new title, i am beginning to hate myself for thinking that this whole "thing" would be a good idea. i will do a great many things for a laugh but i'm starting to think i've gone too far...and i've only had to engage in "the act" twice.

so here's how it went down last night...no pun intended! we got into a little spat at 5:30, the spat was over in about 12 minutes, very short. i believe that the timing is crucial to my experiment because twice during that spat i mentioned sex. First in a more obvious manner, if he contiued to act like a baby we'd not have sex, then to finish the spat off and to cinch the deal i played this hand (listen up this is good)..."honey, i don't know why you can keep up this act, you know i'm am trying so hard to make our relationship better." he got the point and the fight was over and in record time.

he shortly left to go play basketball and i was able to get some alone time, which consisted of a couple large glasses of wine and i my evening pills, needless to say, i was ready for bed. upon arrival, ty sat down, ate and headed for the shower. i quickly told him that i was heading to bed and to feel free to wake me up. hoping that he wouldn't and that i'd be sitting here writing you about the experiments failure...but NO!

i fell right to sleep, warm and cozy, happily traveling to exotic places with my new boy toy, gavin (or some other name equally as cool, brought with to only serve me drinks and to rub my feet). UNTIL, i was rudely awakened by a double nipple twister-boob mash and what felt like a crowbar between my legs! gross!!!!!!!!! so i forced myself semi-awake, rolled over and let him have his way with me. two minutes later, i was making the cold trek downstairs to our only bathroom.

in the morning he did happily load the entire car for our overnight stay in chicago, he also took the kids to my mom's, which is usually my job, he made coffee and let's not forget this one...he picked up my prescription at the drug store, my knight in shining armor!

i'd like my readers to ponder these two thoughts i've been having, i will address them in later blogs, but let me know what you think...is marriage legalized prostitution?...is he winning or am i?

happy Thanksgiving.