What a night!
Where the hell do I begin?
Sex, let's start with that.
I ran up to our local sex shop in search of some nylons to go with LL's new garters. She wanted a specific color combination and I knew they had a pretty good selection at Intimate *obsessions. Besides, I could get me some porn while I'm there. Kill two birds with one stone eh?
So I come home with porno and a web address for nylons. Steve was like a kid on Yule morning. I bought three pornos.
Needless to say, wild sex all over the living room. And needless to say, my back can't handle that shit any more. Oy!
After our marathon, we settle in to watch a non porn movie when I get a call from my mom. Apparently Pudd'n sprained his ankle and wanted to come home. Now.
I've had a couple of drinks, so I can't drive. Steve has to. Steve's on call, so he's a little worried. On the trip down to my mom's, I get a phone call from my soul sista Spaz.
After 2 1/2 years of no seziures, her oldest son had a bad one. She ran up to the store and left the boys at home J. had a seziure and fell out of the chair. Her younger son K called her to tell her what was going on. She called 911 and K called their father. They did a MRI and everything came back clean. She thinks the seziure was brought on by puberty. I think she's right. They are upping J's meds. On a funny note, she had the same ER Dr. that I had 6 years ago when I took a header down her basement stairs (no I was not drunk). The Dr's name?
Dr. Knipple.
The K is not slient. We both got a good laugh out of the fact she got the same Dr. after all these years.
Well barflies, it's time for bed. I gave Pudd'n some children's motrin and soaked him in epsom salts. My poor boy.
