The only draw back to having a sweet, sweet boyfriend (I know, I know. We got married, we struggle for equality and yet I cringe at the idea of referring to R Man as my husband. Doesn’t work for me. Sorry) who lets me do anything I want and encourages a great many of my bad habits is that I’m not able to get away with anything behind his back when he’s gone cause there’s nothing to do that I don’t do while he’s here. I keep thinking along the lines of “the cat’s away” and yet I am a mouse with no inclination to play. Or none that I can’t do when he’s here, so what’s the big deal? Sex with other guys? As much as I can snag and with his blessing. Binge intoxicants? Ick. Not unless you count Alka Seltzer. Thrift stores? Oh, well, OK. My idea of a big time these days is staying up to midnight reading. Whoo hoo. I’m a wild man.
Besides the houseboys, like Interpretive Danse artiste Gabriel Percy here, get all pouty if I’m not home at feeding time right on the very dot. What can I do?