So I’ve been up all night. I’m tired, but not cranky. I’m giddy. I’m happy. I’m silly. I’m horny. (YES AGAIN!)
Kate and I took a bit of a break a little bit ago from blogging, and reading, and general birthday silliness to catch a small cat-nap.
(Kate must own stock in Victoria’s Secret, btw.)
The door bell rings. Kate and I wind up in a very loud wrestling match to fight for the door.
Now, we’re not exactly dressed. Not naked, but not dressed. I’m in a new little white lacy teddy, and Kate’s in a new matching red one. (Both of which are birthday presents for me.)
Look, it’s our house. Don’t like how we answer the door? Don’t ring the doorbell.
Anyways, Kate cheats and uses some Marine Corps Kung Fu Judo Ninja move to get to the door first, and while I’m sprawled on the floor, she answers it.
It’s a woman’s voice. I didn’t quite catch what she said, other than “birthday”.
Kate turns to me and says, “It’s for you.” with this raised eyebrow smirk thing going on.
I get up and go to the door. It’s the neighbor, M. Remember her? The one with the husband that has issues with naked mud wrestling girls? Yep, it’s her.
I push the storm door open, and step aside to let her in.
I don’t even get to say anything more than “hi”.
She gives Kate a look over her shoulder, and then when I look over at Kate, M. plants a big one on me. A big, wet, needy, insistant one, full of tongue and lips and teeth.
Bummer. I hate when that happens… not.
Her hands find my waist, then my hips, then my ass, and she pulls me in tight for just a moment.
Then she breaks off, takes a step back, puts one finger on my lips, and says softly, “Happy Birthday, I’ll be back later.”
Then she just walks out.
I love my birthday.