We DID see Wicked this afternoon, but my supervisor called my phone just as it was starting, so I left the theater for a few minutes to see what she wanted, which, as I found out at movie's end, bent my wife ALL out of shape!

Wicked is a musical, which, with my hearing problems, isn't my cup of tea so missing the first ten minutes of it was no huge sacrifice to me.

Turns out we have a winter storm bearing down on us overnight, so they decided to start the program I drive for two hours later tomorrow. RARE, but not unprecedented. . .

This means I can really sleep in. YAY, ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'd love to put a collar on B's chubby neck, rip her clothes off, and then lead her around with the leash, utterly naked/submissive before forcing her to her knees, cuffing her hands behind her back, fucking the hell out of all three holes, but somehow I don't see that happening anytime soon, if at all.

Her idea of sex, as with my first wife, is to remove most of her clothing, kiss a bit, then lay on her back, spread her chubby legs a bit and let ME do all the work. She says she's not capable of doing it any OTHER way because of her deteriorating physical health.

Not sure if I buy that, truthfully.

Fine Christians make terrible lovers, I'm here to tell you.

A Man can DREAM, though, can't He?