Returning to the Blogosphere....

Oh where do I start? It is Monday night and I am going to try and squeeze a post in before I go to sleep as I must go to my client site in the morning. I am actually sounding like a normal working kind of guy. How about that shit?

So Things went well last week. I stayed up for thirty plus hours from Tuesday evening till Wednesday evening. In that time I finished up my last night at the other company, came home, packed and thrashed around a bit making sure I was able to afford the travel. I drove to the airport, ended up parking almost a half mile from the terminal. Made it to the parking garage just as the rain hit, I made it to check my bags in, got a seat, flew up north, rented a car and got to my hotel. I had a couple of beers, ate some dinner and crashed out by ten that night.
As my last post stated, now I know how a convict feels upon being released form prison. I made a few friends where I was but not many. I felt a great burden lifted when I walked through those doors on my way out, proclaiming to the security guard, I was out of there and I would never see them again! I was happy to say it and never do I intend upon going back there again. Not even to solicit them for service!

On Thursday I met with a lot of people, but unfortunately my manager was on vacation (I was supposed to meet with him this week, but because of some testing and other things scheduled this week, my start day was bumped up, coincidentally to a week my manager was gone). However, I was able to get my hardware and manuals etc… and was able to conference with a few people about my client and get on track.

I flew back on Friday, and still things did not slow down for me. I had to answer some emails Friday night, then it seemed a myriad of things needed to be done on Saturday, including the overhaul of my office which has been neglected for some many, many months. You see, my office is one of those rooms where people simply put stuff. If you do not know where it goes or if it is cluttering the house up, stick it in Jay’s office. On top of that practice, my son shares my office and has his Playstation, a desk and computer plus his Playstation games which get scattered about. Now admittedly, I have a coupel of computers getting overhauled at the moment and I have contributed to the disarray, but holy shit, this place is horribly overrun by SHIT! And lots of SHIT. So much SHIT I am not even sure what to do with all the SHIT!
Today was basically getting set up, preparing for some meetings tomorrow, and meeting with one of my other engineers who just flew into town today. So I have literally been on the go since last Tuesday without any sort of real break till this weekend.

Well, Mimi has just gotten out of the shower, and has gone down stairs. My son is playing a game at his desk, so I think I shall go relax with Mimi.

I will tell you, I hope to tell you about some pretty hot sex Mimi and I had, an interesting conversation on the flight back home, and anything else that comes up. I am concerned my blog may become a bit mundane, and I have been trying to figure out where to go with it… But to my couple of readers, thanks for sticking with me, and I post more for the couple of you soon!

Feeling Like a Convict

I am feeling like an ex-con right now, but without probation... I was set free!

That's right I am done with the one hell hole and moving on to what I hope are greener pastures.

I will post again hopefully Thursday night or Friday...

The End of a Chapter...

You know what? This is my last “In The Middle of The Night” post cause I will no longer be working nights after this evening. Now that doesn’t mean I won’t be posting late at night, but surely not while I am working at this fucking hole!

Ok, so this is how it is playing out, I am working tonight to finish out my tenure my current company and tomorrow morning start with my new company by flying up north for a few days to get situated with them Unfortunately, I need to leave my wife at home. But come Friday night, I will be back home prepping for a regular weekend, you know that Saturday and Sunday thing which most of us enjoy? And to top it all off… I will get to start sleeping with my wife again on a regular basis. That means more frequent sex and more rest.

I will also base my office from home, which means I will be able to be a bit more flexible on my schedule too. There’s some changes coming on here and I like them all. We just have to make it through the next six weeks with the money situation, and things should be fine and dandy!

It is funny how the tone of my posts have recently taken the change to a more cheery attitude. The mere fact that change is coming and potentially positive things are on the horizon has given me a renewed outlook. Not to mention the ability to depressurize a bit lately after the kiddies have gone to bed!

So I shall close this short post and let you all know it will be several days before I post again, unless of course my new laptop is in, and I have a chance in the hotel Thursday night.

* Drivin and Blowin....

Howdy boys and girls, y’all gather round cause Uncle Jay has a story to tell you! Nope its not one of those happy ending feel good stories… Its not even one of those horrible stories about mean people who suck. Nope it is one of Dirty Old Man Uncle Jay’s sex stories! Actually it is a few stories but they will all come together at the end I promise.

So several years ago Mimi and I were out for a night on the town and as it turns out, she drank a bit that particular night. Being a suburbanite, one thing that really sucks about going out is not only having to watch how much I drink so I can drive, but the sheer length of the drive. Quite literally it takes almost forty five minutes to drive from downtown to the house. The draw back to this lengthy drive is that it is a necessity to keep Mimi occupied while driving home else she will fall asleep.

I honestly cannot recall what dress she was wearing, but as we got on the highway, I had one hand on the wheel and my other all over and inside Mimi. Initially I started playing with her breasts and nipples caressing and pinching. Soon the top part of the dress was down below her breasts and as her fingers took over squeezing and pinching her breasts, the bottom of her dress came up over her hips, so at this point, she was nekkid (BTW, if you do not know the definition of nekkid it is defined as a person or people who are naked but are “up to something” origin is of Redneck South, ex. I showered naked but when I got in bed we was nekkid and up to something!) and was writhing about in her seat whilst I fingered her incredibly wet pussy and alternately helped her play with her nipples as well as let her suck her juices from my fingers.

Now while all this was going on, we were passing cars and trucks. I am not really sure if anyone saw us in passing, until I noticed this semi running next to us and Mimi looked up and saw the guy watching her. At that point she really did not care about anything because I was rubbing upon her clit and fingering her to orgasm. The truck stayed with us pretty much to our exit, whereupon we got home and I got nekkid too and thus we were nekkid together and we definitely up to something.

About a year before that episode, Mimi and I went to a Braves game and all the while we watched the game, Mimi imbibed copious amounts of vino. So after the game and great libations, we started our trek back to my apartment. Being the incredible sexual woman Mimi was, she had the beginnings of a party in her mouth and wanted me to come. Well what can a guy do but let his girlfriend provide some heady fun. She unzipped my pants, and began giving me an awesome blowjob, something Mimi does very, very well I might add. As she was providing me with such favors, I felt somehow I should return the favor and I was able to coax her shorts off and even being in a rather small car, was easily able to begin fingering her wet pussy (Do you see a theme here yet?). As I said, I have a small car and since we were on the highway and I didn’t have to shift I was able to provide her pleasure as well. But some pleasures like this do not come with modesty, and so as we passed other cars and trucks and semi’s, it was quite obvious a show was being given for all passerby’s. Once again, she was so into it, she really wasn’t concerned about her exhibitionist ways at that moment.

Now, I am sure that although the stories are rather arousing even without details, you may be wondering if there is a point to all of this. Well boys and girls there is… So I put to you a question. Is there etiquette regarding watching people having sex while driving? I mean seriously, lets break this down. You are blowing your man or he has you naked in the car and finger banging you to orgasm. You are in a car, you are naked and it is quite apparent, if you are engaging in such activities, you will be noticed by someone and a good chance someone may want to watch you. Am I correct? I think I am.

So the other night, I am driving home from the football game and I start to pass this couple in the car next to me and the woman is leaning over and against her significant other and at first I did not think a thing of it. But suddenly I recalled how Mimi would be sitting if she were manually fluffing me and I had to slow down. Sure enough as the couple’s car caught up to me, the woman was no longer leaning up against her significant other, but her head was bobbing up and down in his lap. Now I am thinking to myself, “Hell yeah!” I have to check this out and see how far chickie goes.

Now I admit I was looking hard, but I was not the only one, and the thing about the situation is, they seemed a bit annoyed at the attention. I have never witnessed anyone else behaving in the manner of Mimi and I until this particular evening. And I was curious, if she were going to show some skin or something, but alas, it twas not to be. As I said before, there were several onlookers other than me, as there were other cars maintaining pace with the couple. Yet, the attention, I think was unwanted.

So I go back to my primary question of, if you are going to have sexual relations in a car while driving should you not expect to be seen and watched? And my secondary question is; what is the voyeuristic etiquette in watching a couple have sexual relations in a car while driving?

I mean I think that when Mimi and I play our games on the road, that it is expected we will be spied upon and that is in some ways part of the excitement, right?

Taken while in the car.... Wonder if she were spied upon while taking those shorts off...

Some HNT Leg...

ok... So Mimi asked me to post my leg for HNT, so here you go!

Looking Down the Barrel of A Gun...

PREFACE: I heard a song that made me think last night, and this memory, which remains at the forefront of my mind anytime I start to do something stupid, came to me and I thought I would tell it to you.

I spent my last few years of high school at a boarding school outside of Philadelphia. And as you know I am planning a trip up there for my new position. As I was doing my work, I heard a few songs that made me think about those days at school, and you know I honestly miss being 16, 17, & 18 in high school. I had a great time in high school. But as much fun as I had, there were a couple of dark days.

Now I am not talking about problems with girls, or anything like that. I was a pretty stupid kid. I was also pretty smart, regardless of what my grades said about me. And my problem was not so much being bored, but the fact, I was always looking to make a buck, and I wanted adventure. So although I could come up with some enterprising ideas they required me doing stupid things which I did, cause I was simply a bad ass and nothing could touch me.

So there are a lot of details in the back story of this tale, but I am not going to go into it all. I ask that you take what you read at face value. You can read whatever you want into it, and you can fill the back story with your imagination, but for purposes of brevity, I am going to tell you about this microcosm of my life.

“Under The Milky Way” is one of my favorite tunes, and I can listen to the song over and over again. It is my hymn of angst as a teenager. I was looking for something but could never find it. Today I hear the song and think about how I do not feel like an adult but how I have all these adult responsibilities.

I was listening to it that night James took us into Downingtown. I had never been to this place before, and my buddy Alex decided to come with me this particular night. Before we met up with James, or rather while we waited for James, I found out why Alex was so excited about coming this evening. So we are sitting on the curb, and Alex opens his coat up and pulls out a nice nickel plated .45 semi-auto. I looked at Alex and asked him what the fuck he was doing with that thing cause there was no need for this shit. He told me it was because we were going to a new place, and he wanted to back me up. I told Alex that he shouldn’t have that shit in the first place, but he better keep the gun under wraps the entire time. I couldn’t send him back because he might have gotten busted which would have put the whole operation in jeopardy, and I didn’t have enough time to have him go back and get Mark because I did need a backup or wingman as we called it.

In the car, I sat up front, Alex in back and James was driving. The other aspect of this trip was the time, so all told, the drive was forty five minutes there and forty five minutes back. That gave me 30 minutes to get what I wanted, which should be more than enough time to get what was needed. We all chatted, but even James was a jittery. He was normally all laid back and chilled out. But he told me the day before if I wanted to go to one place to get the stuff, he knew these guys would square him away, but he never used them before.

We pulled off the turnpike and into the small dirty little town (hey if you are from D-town reading this story, it took place back in 1985 so hopefully things have gotten better since then) wove through some streets and ended up in front of this little house. I recall it had that sort of gingerbread trim running the length of the roof and there was a walk right up to the door, with a little step. James stopped the car and told me to be cool, he would signal me in when they were ready. I said, “cool,” and Alex did the same. We sat in the car waiting. After a few minutes I saw the door open and James motioned his hands for us to come to him. Both Alex and I got out of the car and strode up to the door. I came in first, and then Alex behind me. I was introduced to the two guys. I don’t remember their names, but I sort of recall what they looked like. The one behind the scale had a doo-rag on head and had some surgical gloves. The other one, well I really do not recall what he looked like for obvious reasons you will soon understand. I do know he was bald and had a gold tooth.

As I envision this scene (I have looked back upon this many times through out my life and I seem to play the whole thing from a third person perspective) I walked up to the guy with the scale and was basically by myself. It is sort of like the scene where Oliver approaches the headmaster, “Please Sir, may I have some more…” But instead of a bowl, in my hands, I had a wad of cash in my pockets. So being properly introduced, Alex and James hung back at the door while I conducted some hasty business.

The guy at the scale asks me how much I want, I tell him two ounces of weed, and three grams of blow. The guy looks at me and says, “boy, you know that is $100 a gram right?” I tell him yeah, no problem, and he says, “whatever you want man,” and on the table his partner drops a couple of nice hefty bags of weed and the doo-rag guy pulls out three vials from his pocket and puts it on the table. OK, so my new buddy is measuring shit on his scale and he expects me to take some vials of who knows what and pay him $300 bucks for it? I think not, so I say to the guy something like, “hey man… not trying to be an ass, but could I have some of that fresh and I will wait while you measure it out?”

Well that was the wrong thing to say, I think. I mean I could trust James to fetch me a gram when I wanted it and I had no problems with that. But this guy, wanted $300 for three vials that could have been fucking detergent. But that didn’t matter, the next thing I know this guy is standing up calling me a punk motherfucker and asking me who I fucking thought I was. Prancing in wanting three grams… he told me he shit three grams for breakfast. And so the next thing I know his buddy, the bald guy, is asking me where my money was, and I told him in my pocket. So he tells me to take it out. I tell them, that we should call the whole fucking thing off. They tell me they will call it off after they have my fucking money for wasting their time. I tell them that I am just going to leave and now everyone is yelling. James is telling these guys that we are just kids and chill out. Alex is telling the guy with the bald head to back off, and that is when things went to shit.

Next thing I know I have this bald guy with a gold tooth in my face and have a 9mm or some such gun at the side of my head. This guy is telling me if I want to live, I better let him see some cash. Ok, so there are no fucking heroics here, I am 17 years old and this fucker has a gun to my head. I am stuttering at this time, telling him sure. But no sooner had I started defusing the situation Alex pulls his gun, and tells the bald guy to put his fucking gun down. Ok, so I am now half turned around, with a gun pointed at my head and my buddy is pointing his gun (and I have to tell you, if bullets started flying, I know Alex would have died cause he had never shot a gun in his life) at the fucker with his gun leveled at my face.

I yell at Alex to back off, and I look at my guy and tell him, to chill, that I was going to pull out my cash, I would drop it to the floor, and we would just back out. We would never see each other again. So out came this wad of cash, I dropped it on the floor, and backed away while Alex kept his gun trained on the bald guy.

I lost over $700 dollars that night, but I did not lose my life. On the way home, I heard that Phil Collins song, “In the Air Tonight.” As odd as it is, I find it difficult to listen to that song even so many years later. I can listen to The Church all day long, but “In The Air Tonight,” reminds me of my mortality and how close I came that night to experiencing my mortality.

The Chamber of Hell and Dancing At The Chamber...

After tonight, I have only four more nights of this shit. I am starting to get those butterflies (you know the ones you get when you move from one thing to a next) as I start contemplating what comes next. I know financially, things will be a bit rough to begin with because of paychecks and the change of how and when I get paid, but that will work itself out. But overall, I find I have a renewed sense of purpose and a calm has washed over me knowing I have a finite time left at this place.

With me moving to a more normal schedule, I began contemplating tonight how it would affect my blogging. My intention is to post something most every day. However, the content may be a bit different, especially since I do not plan to bitch about my job, cause WTF do I have to bitch about at this point… I will be working from home in general, working days, little travel and when I am not at home, the client sites are not so far away from home.

As my days here at my current circle of Hell come to a close, I honestly have to say, the end could not come any faster. I would like to rocket ahead to next week, but I know I cannot. So I will bide my next forty six hours (at the time I am typing this). Currently, I feel like a babysitter taking care and mediating between grown up children. I have two people who do not get along with one another. One is straight laced, by the book who will “tell on” someone in a heartbeat. I have another who is being held back because of “da man” and I am having to mediate between these two folks because the one who is being held back wants to ignore a process and do something he wants to do, which confuses the already confused situation… do you know what the fuck I am talking about?

Let me go on to something you may be familiar with… I am listening to some sex music right now. No, its not the Ron Jeremy porn movie music, its some good dance club sex music by Enigma and Depeche Mode and Wumpscut, etc… All of which reminds me of this club Mimi and I used to go to before it closed down. The club was called the Chamber and it was fucking awesome. Now this is one of those places that do not even start getting started till midnight. So what’s the deal with this club… it is a goth type sex club. They had three dance platforms and a main stage. The dress is casual goth so one must wearing black and are expose lots of skin. Now normal looking folks would go as well (me being one of those non dressing up types) and it was quite an interesting people watching place. I mean there was all kinds of crazy shit would go on there.

I recall once (Mimi swears she does not remember this) we were there and there was this couple who was nothing but trouble. She was dressed in a very tiny skirt and top and he was a pretty tall guy, cause I remember he towered over her. This girl was apparently upset because the guy was paying her no attention, and she was doing everything she could to get his attention. I mean they were a couple, but this guy was giving his girl the cold shoulder. I know she left for a time and the guy started dancing with this other chick, but would not dance with his girl.

So after some dancing, Mimi wanted to sit, have a drink and chill out for a bit. So we moved over to this little area where they had some couches and chairs. With new drinks, smokes, and a place to sit we found a couch that was mostly empty. We sat down and in front of me was the same couple I had seen on the dance floor. Mimi, who was sitting next to me had a couple of other girls sitting next to her and around us. There were several guys in the mix as well, and all of us were now watching this girl who was scantily dressed at best. What I recall was how this guy looked as if he was only interested in exposing his girl and little else. She was in his lap and he had his hands up under her skirt all the while pulling the skirt up until he had the skirt pulled to her hips, and fully exposed, and he did not stop there, this guy had pulled her straps of her top down off her shoulders so her tits were completely exposed (something I would love to do with Mimi) but still the guy seemed disinterested as if he were allowing her to put on a show for others around him.

As it turned out, Mimi and the other women had been talking and I was warned about watching the couple by Mimi, and I seem to recall hearing something from the girls Mimi was chatting with in regards to the other girl being a slut. Well, even though Mimi does not recall this episode, we did leave shortly after the girl was pretty much naked and I recall that Mimi was none too happy. My guess was, she was simply tired as I am sure it was somewhere near 2AM by that time.

So really the only reason I thought of that was because of the music I was listening to (several hours ago – I am finishing this post out many hours after starting) this evening.

So as you know, Mimi wouldn’t go wash the car in the attire I wanted, so we will have to put that off till another weekend. I suspect the weekend of the September 15th, we may go out. I owe Mimi a night out for our Anniversary, and we will also be able to celebrate the new job and the first paycheck. I have something in mind and she will have to bring along her black dress for the second half of the evening, but we shall have to see how things go over the next few weeks.

Massages and Facials in Suburbia...

First, I would like to make mention Mimi has not been in such a great mood lately, and thus not as amorous as normal and certainly not as adventurous as she might be.

It is unfortunate that your clamoring and calls for her to wash the car with me did not workout, but fear not readers, we might yet be able to goad her into such a situation soon, as soon as she can center herself.

In answering back to numerous comments she received from one of her posts, Mimi mentioned something about massage therapy. This is something she has recently started talking about with me. At any rate, I believe it was the Chuckster who asked her something regarding one of those full service type massage places. Well sorry, not gonna happen. But that did remind Mimi of a story she touched on and I think I will tell you all since it is actually quite humorous!

So here is the deal. We live in a rather quiet suburb of Atlanta, very far out and to the north. So I have this friend of mine who is an officer on the local police force. This is one of those towns where you have to drive slow or else they pull your for going a fraction of a mile over the limit and hit you with a full fine. Now I know or have grown to know that there is a darker element in our little town since my buddy joined the police force. Officer Bob has educated me about the drug arrests at a local hotel, and we had a drive by shooting, and there are car chases and robberies, etc… Basically our little town has a small criminal element, but nothing one really notices unless they know a cop.

At one time, when I was working a normal schedule and I was making some cash, and we were pulling out of our financial nose dive, I played around with the idea of getting Mimi an in-home massage. So I picked up this local rag we have in the ATL area and for many weeks looked to try and find my Mimi someone affordable, and in our area that might want to give Mimi a Massage. Ok, and yes… ulterior motives were involved. I should also mention I am always looking for a new place to send Mimi for massages and the such, hoping to find a nice little day spa locally that is reasonable in its cost (still haven’t found what I am looking for there). So at Any rate, I come across an ad for a spa in this rag (which is a great way to advertise inexpensively) and saw it was on a road just down the street from us.

Ok, so I am not naïve to say the least, although I have never partaken, I do know what goes on in massage joints; I lived in Korea, and other places overseas so although not experienced, I am versed in these establishments. With that said, I was quite confused that a place like that might open up in our town. So knowing our town and neighborhood, and certainly not believing it could ever be a Korean type massage parlor, I went to check it out. So I cruise over there and walk in, and Holy shit… WTF is this? I cannot believe in my little town, there is a real live Mama-san massage parlor. The window flies open, and Adjima (same as a Mama-san) says, “can I help you.”

So just to make sure I was where I thought I was, I said, I was looking for a place to bring my wife for a massage, I asked her what kind of facilities they had for my wife, and she asks me if my wife likes girls. Well now… I know we are all on the same page of music now, and I tell Adjima, its ok, and I will see her later, and I walked out. Now I am not entirely opposed to taking Mimi to one of those places, but I am certainly not going to do so in our little slice of suburbia. I could see my buddy coming and raiding this place while were there… Not a good picture, I can tell you. Because I knew it was only a matter of time before this place was raided. In downtown Atlanta, there’s no problem with these places. But in the burbs, I was really wondering WTF were these people thinking.

Ok, now I have this other friend of mine, her name is Dee. And Dee is a nice attractive woman, probably a MILF but she has a more athletic bod with not so many curves Nothing like my type of woman, but we are pretty good friends, and Mimi calls her one of my girlfriends. So Dee, who is naïve, and is literally a lifetime suburbanite, who main experience in a city is probably a concert or a nice elegant dinner out, has no clue about anything. I mean she is sweet and I really do like her and all but she seems to me a very much missionary type person, and Mimi agrees. So we are at a social gathering and I am talking to her and a couple of other wives, and some how something is said about something which triggered Dee. Suddenly Dee turns to me, puts her hand on my shoulder and says, “You will not believe what happened to me and B (her daughter).”

So she is telling me about it being B’s birthday and she was looking for a place they could go for a mother/daughter spa treatment. Well folks, you guessed it. My friend takes her daughter to this place, and they walk in. Dee tells me immediately she felt uncomfortable and was not sure about the place. So the Adjima opens the glass window and sees who it is, and my friend Dee tries to converse with her, and is asking about getting her daughter a facial! Well I just fucking started rolling with her telling me that. I mean, the irony of what she is asking and believe me, she has no idea what a facial is from a sexual standpoint. But I am imagining this woman, in her tennis skirt or something with her daughter asking for a facial from a massage parlor catering to men’s special massages… It was a vision of beauty and much internal laughter.

So the worst part of this whole episode was that I had to explain to her what was going on. She knew something was odd, especially after they refused to talk to her, but could not put her finger on where the problem was exactly. So I had to explain to her what that place was and that I visited it some weeks before. A good laugh was being had when another buddy of mine who has his office across the street form the strip mall this parlor was located and my police officer buddy both walk up on us. As it turns out, my buddy who is a lawyer was doing something in his office and one of his paralegals yells to him to come to the window (this happened only days before this conversation) and sure enough, our police department was closing the place down and raiding it. So our police officer buddy pipes up and starts telling us, “Oh yeah, they are closing that place down, there will be no way that place stays open.” So apparently they had a guy go inside, tape a conversation, and then the raid begun. They took a couple of Johns to jail, and everyone in the place. They let the owners bail out, open that night and they were raided again, so the night folks could get booked too, and yet a few more John’s got taken in.

I think the place stayed open about eight weeks in out quiet little burb. How in the world, these people thought they could open a massage parlor in Vanilla Southern Bible Belt Suburban America is so far beyond me as to not even comprehend their thinking. Never the less, my friend went to get a facial for her daughter and I was looking to get a special massage for my wife. That is just funny as shit.

Mimi's Wet Panties...

I slept well yesterday… actually too well. I took a double dose of my sleeping aid which knocked me out cold till my wife and daughter came and woke me up almost eight hours later. But alas… I still feel fatigued. I think it has something to do with the whole “working when the body wants to sleep thing”, ya know?

However, that will be over soon. Yes, I may have to work long hours and I may have to work all night long some times. Most likely not, but you never know. I will not have to endure these dumb ass hours that I have had to endure since November of last year.

Hey, so I had this idea, and wanted to ask my four or five readers what you think. You see, I had this idea the other day. I know Mimi has posted some wet t-shirt pics and you know I was thinking about how sexy she looked in those pics and then wondered how she would look in white panties, and a white t-shirt and washing the cars. So I have decided that she will help me wash the cars on Monday in a white t-shirt and white panties.

She is not so keen on my idea. In fact she said no, and as I persisted, she said we would talk about it later. I will be breaching the subject tonight and tomorrow and try to wear her down. Now why do I want her to do this? Well I think it would be hot and the cars need washing anyways, plus it would be a great photo op. Now what would be very cool, is doing this at one of those commercial car washing places. Unfortunately we rarely have the adult alone time to do such things. I mean this Sunday would be great for something like that but we will be busy with other obligations related to my son’s football team. So no nekkid fun Sunday.

For the past eight months I have spent my Monday’s and Tuesdays working. Either I have been doing my personal client work or I have been job hunting. Well not this Monday. I am going to relax. I have a couple of computers to work on in a most desperate way, which I shall try to start on Sunday, and I have the lawn to mow. That is all I have really scheduled. So I figure since the boy is off to school, and Mimi’s “Horny Time” is the afternoon, and we will be alone and there is little to no traffic in our neighborhood during the day this ought to be fun. Now wouldn’t you all like to see my Mimi being naughty in wet white panties and t-shirt? I would!

So I need your help. Leave me as many comments as possible by Monday so we all might convince my wife to be naughty!


This is a pic of Mimi in a wet t-shirt… I need to make some more pics, I am thinking of something on the hood of a car….

Good News, Bad News, Disappointment and Rejoicing...

I am a number. What number I am is really not relevant, but a number I am no less. We walk in and out of buildings and we sign in or we use our badge key or even use both things to come and go from our office. In some cases we walk on to an elevator and crowded in this elevator, we disperse to different places on different floors. From a great distance we are like many ants toiling and ceaselessly working. Sure we have weekends, but what do we do for weekends? We come home and get hopelessly drunk or stoned, or maybe we enjoy the night stone cold sober. But come Saturday morning there are yards to cut, there are projects to start and complete. Come Sunday morning we go to church, unless you practice a religion other than Christianity, and if that is the case, you might have already attended a religious service. Some wake up on Sunday morning and have a nice breakfast and by the time Church is complete, breakfast made, eaten and cleaned up, it is late morning and yet, more projects or yard work needs to be done. We may have a few minutes to have “Family” time or some down time to re-charge. On Monday morning we are once again little worker ants.

So I ask you… On Monday morning does anyone really care if you come to work? Besides the fact there are TPS reports to complete and meetings to make because you are the “expert.” They really do not care. You and I are expendable. Did they really take you into consideration when they came to you and said, “oh, by the way… we have to let you go…” No they didn’t give a shit about you, some asshole in another state did some math and found you got paid way too much, or his buddy does the same thing as you, and even though your performance is better, his buddy is staying and you are not. No, Corporate America doesn’t give a shit about who you are or your circumstances. CA is only concerned about the bottom line. If you are not a producer, and are not bringing in the numbers… you are history. It doesn’t matter that your wife had a brand new baby 3 months ago. Nope, that shit doesn’t matter. They do not care that you worked your ass off doing sixty to seventy hours a week so their shit ass sales force can fuck up sales by selling shit the company doesn’t even offer, and when they come to you they beg you for a fucking solution.

I still today cannot believe I asked “why me… why not Joe…” What a fucking schmuck I was. I mean I was really pissed at the company and I was asking why one of my direct reports did not get the axe instead of me. And that guy went on to take my position.

But I am a number. It doesn’t matter that I have seen the brink of financial destruction, and I have survived the worst of it all the while taking care of my obligations. I might have been late here and there, and it may have taken a while to get regular payment on track and it may have taken some negotiation to get an affordable payment. But that is not the point. The point is, that I am a number and because of X, Y, and Z, my NUMBERS do not look right so fuck you.

Yeah I am sounding pretty bitter. I got a new job today. I got offered a pretty fucking nice salary, with a full benefits package. And that is fucking awesome. But a cloud looms over me. I am still a slave to CA, and I am creditless, and am taking a position that is completely new to me, even though it is within the field I practice. I may be tired, I am certainly not ungrateful. I think I am just tentative. In fact I am most peeved about how I am leaving the current organization with which I am employed.

You see, I had a fantasy. With all the shit I have endured and all the crap that has been thrown at me, I wanted to leave with a bang. Now I am leaving like any other employee. You know they say never burn bridges… well I was going to destroy the bridge with a nuclear weapon. I am sure I have at least alluded to the fact, my position, a job though it may be, is a key position in my organization from an operational standpoint. And that it takes several months to train someone how to do this job decently and a while to do it effectively.

My fantasy, which has been dashed, was to leave at a moment’s notice. But I also held out that I might also make a little money out of a promise to stay for two weeks. However this was only under the ability to be on-boarded at my new organization. My new organization gave me a two week window to report. So here I am at my current job being forced to wait. And unfortunately I need to maintain cash flow, so I can’t just fucking walk, which I wish I could do. The satisfaction meter would jump the scale!

My Fantasy was to call my contracting company, tell them my last day is tomorrow. But I will work for two weeks if I get a ten percent bump and eighty hours additional pay at the end of the two weeks. Otherwise I was just going to walk. And I had no plans to tell anyone here. But as I have said… all has been dashed by my new company because my HR person will be on vacation next week and she has to prepare a number of things so I really could not start as soon as Monday.

I have been imagining how I would go see my manager here, and tell him I was walking, see ya, have a nice life. But that is assuming I had a job to go to tomorrow. I do not and being the principled kind of guy I am, I am not sure I would feel right waiting for two weeks and walking. Too many things could happen; too many issues could arise between now and then. It would also be a purely spiteful thing to do. I mean if I was offered today and they asked for me to start or told me I could start Monday, hey what am I going to do, say no? I think not!

As it turns out, my fantasy is smashed to a million pieces. I will put in my two weeks properly and deal with another eight shifts including tonight’s shift. I am taking off the Friday before my new job simply because I really won’t have Sunday off since I will be flying north to meet with some people and do a few days of training. And secondly, I think I deserve a couple of days off. I would like to take the whole week, but we cannot go that long without cash flow.

In some ways I feel a total let down. I expected a parade and cheers and all sorts of fanfare, but I seemed to have adopted a whole new set of concerns and issues. My main concern is the fact I have no credit to my name. Before I got laid off, things were tight and we were bleeding money, but with some help from parentals, I was able to prop us back up. And yes things did get behind after being laid off and I did have to pick and choose what got paid and what did not. But by the time I started this position, I was on the verge of bringing everything back together. I was then relegated to this position (a promotion they told me, just that I did not get OT which is my gravy) and I made some very tough decisions after Christmas to prevent us from having to claim bankruptcy. I let Mimi take over bills, so she could better concentrate on them and we entered consumer credit counseling since I could not get most creditors to negotiate with me. I did this knowing full well that CCS would wreck our credit even more than it had already been wrecked to date. But the pay off was negotiated interest rates, suspension of fees and loss of credit lines. But I knew that was the only way we could save ourselves.

Today we live frugally and although it is a struggle each month, with the money I bring in from various jobs, and Mimi’s sitting, we get by. I know we will soon have a decent lifestyle change as long as we remain disciplined. And this is an opportunity for us to get back on our feet and make other things happen. Unfortunately the lingering effects of the past few years have dampened the good news I have just received not to mention all the work it has taken to receive this news. I have never interviewed so many times and at such depths with any organization to get a position, but I am thankful for the opportunity. Now I just need to get this financial thing back under control.

Now, on the bright side, I have a new job, I will be starting in two weeks. It is in the field I enjoy most, and it is a consulting role at which I should be able to excel. With the switch back to a normal schedule, with me not having to look for a job on my every minute off, I do have a business plan I plan to put into action and with Mimi’s assistance, have another source of revenue. The best part of this business plan, is that should it work out, Mimi and I will have fun implementing it as it will require us to know what we will be selling to our future clients. And who knows… You may be one of those clients, and maybe this time next year, I will experience another lifestyle change.

When I roll out my product/service, I promise I will let you all know about it.

Fantasies, Furtune and HNT with Mimi...

Today I am living in a bit of a fantasy world. I am on the verge of something great… But I am not sure if it is all fantasy, or if God is really about to grace me with something good. Athletes are superstitious in that sometimes, they where the same pair of socks or when I wrestled, I listened to the same song before I went out to a match to get psyched up. When I was in the army, I wore this knife on my harness, and wore it the same way every time I went out to the field. These are lucky charms. None of these actions make any sense, none are rational, but it seems when you do not re-attach your knife, or do not wear the special socks or use the right bat or listen to the one song that psyches you up, shit happens. Not just regular shit, but bad shit.

I also believe in hard work, helping others and I seem to have begun to believe in karma a whole lot more in the past year. Although, I still talk serious shit about people and am rude to people from time to time, I think it may be less now than maybe a year or two ago. This place I work at right now has humbled me and shown me some humility. So with Karma, the prayers of family and friends, I feel as if I am on a verge of a break through. I don’t have a lucky charm at the moment because I feel I have been so unlucky for so long. I also do not know when this fortunate occurrence will be bestowed upon me, today, tomorrow, I do not know when exactly. But I shall tell all as soon as it happens. I have a fantasy about a conversation I want to have as well, should this fortune be bestowed upon me. But rather than jinx it, I am going to concentrate on something pleasurable and nice. My Mimi, Half Nekkid.


We were out one evening, she in her plaid skirt, a mesh bra and sheer blouse and CFM heels. Me in, well WTF, like you care what I was wearing. I took this pic of her at a mall, and a great deal of other pics at a train station and on the train. I am quite sure the night ended up with much sex and love making. Unfortunately my memory is all jumbled due to the lack of sleep or rather lack of good sleep and drug which induced the sleep I enjoyed today, while Mimi loudly got herself off!

You know, what would be cool, to get some suggestions from readers for places to take pics… We had asked for some suggestion about locations to have sex and received little response. I dare say a major church is out of the question, but most everything else is… especially since my schedule may just change here pretty soon.

Hell in Suburbia

I need to make a post… mainly because I am going insane. No I am not really, but you know I hear a lot of women who complain their husbands do not appreciate what they do around the house. Well I am not one of those. Maybe it is because I was a single parent at one point, maybe it is because I am just that fucking observant. But as sucky as my job is (and if you do not know how sucky my job is, you need to either stop reading this blog or go back through the blog and read it so you will know how it ranks on the suckitude scale cause on a scale of one to seven it is s fucking 14!) I would not stay at home with children all day long. That would fucking suck bear nuts, big fucking grizzly bear nuts…

Ok, so I am at home today, after my gauntlet six nights of hell at the pit of shit I work in at least four days a week, and babies are wailing. Not just crying, but wailing. For two fucking days straight. The Man Baby just pisses me off too… she gets whatever the fuck attention she wants at home by her mother and three siblings and when something doesn’t go her way she expects someone to come and comfort her. No way Jose… that is not how you take care of a child. The world sucks and you will never get someone to hold your hand every minute of the day. You have to instill that in the child early on and not comfort them every time that something doesn’t work for them. You spoil them that way. So my daughter takes a set of play keys the Man Baby (MB) was playing with two seconds ago, and MB loses her every loving shit. So you tell her to come of to you and she wails even louder. She expects you to come and get her, get the fucking keys and comfort her. Well fuck that shit!

Now my daughter on the other hand doesn’t get that attention. Now that doesn’t mean she receives no affection. On the contrary, that child has me wrapped like my wife has me wrapped. But I refuse to coddle her when she trips on the floor and lands on padded carpet. If she wants some cuddling, she can get up and come over to me. It’s not like she just tripped down a flight of stairs and broke her femur, right?

Ok, so for the past two days I get MB crying at every little thing and my mobile and agile daughter who climbs like a monkey cannot stay in her cage. Well its not really a cage, it is a giant fucking room with a 36 inch TV, tons of toys, a VCR and DVD with a wealth of videos and tons of cable channels. There are big toys and little toys to play with. I have this place gated off with child gates, and my girl refuses to stay in there. I have asked her, yelled at her, and popped her on the diaper… will she stay in? Hell fucking no… like a little monkey she has defied every obstacle or movement of furniture we have put in the way or arranged. So what does she do when she gets out, she goes to the kitchen while you are cooking dinner, or she is eating dog food (that’s right I shit you not, my daughter finds dog food to be a delicacy) and she is into everything she can get her little hands upon. And she does not stay still, she grabs dog food while on the move to destroy or break the next things she has her eyes upon. I mean it is like she is the energizer bunny with lithium ion batteries that are over-clocked or some shit. I do not know what it is, she never runs out of energy. She is worse than my son ever was in that respect.

Today is my second day off and I finally feel like a human, after a couple of days of recuperation and a 30 hour stint from Saturday till Sunday night. I have an interview tomorrow, and I am in the process of doing some data copy work for a personal client and a webpage for another client, I have to swap a hard drive for one of my computers and I am downloading some movies. I also need to mow the lawn but since it will not stop raining and will not dry out for even a day, my yard looks like the deepest darkest jungles of the Amazon. Five years it has taken me to get the lawn grown in, both front and back and I cannot mow it without screwing it up… I am just going to wait till it is dry! So I have pretty much been stuck inside with these screaming banshees and it is driving me quite insane.

Mimi was starting to lose it this morning with a minor meltdown because MB was crying incessantly and my daughter would not stay in the cage. Over the gate she kept climbing, each time Mimi would tell her no, and each time she would climb over the gate again. Mimi popped her in the butt and the daughter lost her shit. Then Mimi, lost her shit… I sent Mimi for a walk as she was about to do a workout tape and I stayed with the girls. I have never suggested what Mimi or any stay at home mom does is easy. I mean taking care of the kids, getting the older ones organized with homework before sports, taking care of the house, shopping for groceries. It’s a whole lot of shit I cannot stand. I would lose my mind in a week. I definitely will take my place in hell before hers. Now I grant you, her place is probably much more satisfying from time to time, but overall the emotional drain is ridiculous. I swear I cannot see how Mimi stays horny like she does with all that she contends with on a daily basis.

So I am in my office trying to do all the shit I need to do and Mimi is taking care of the girls and I am the one losing my mind. Go fucking figure.

Well I have some more stuff to do, and I need to finish a couple of posts I already started like the one where my manager told one of my peers (an employee) that Jay is “just a fucking contractor,” well I got a big fucking surprise for him. It may not happen this week, and not next week or even next month, but when I get a job, I am fucking walking. I have made up my mind and that is it. I am going to hang those fuckers high and dry. And oh, by the way…remember… I am “just a fucking contractor!”

Fabio Fucker Returns...

You know, I wrote a long involved post about slutty women and women who call other women slutty. But never posted it because is was so long and involved it bored the living shit out of me while I was writing it.

Tonight I started another post about porn and Mimi and a post she wrote yesterday and how it turned me on. I was also going to comment about a post 30Something made on her blog and how I popped wood reading about her fucking this guy and cumming four times. And still I was uninspired and bored. I mean what the fuck, being bored writing about women writing porn?

I know why I could not get into the groove of writing. I really do have to feel inspired and there is something at the forefront of my mind besides pretentious chickies who have “better than thou attitudes,’ and serious ego and image issues.

I am going to talk about a subject that I talk about quite often, my work. I think I have told you how much I loathe this pit of hell. I diligently tried to identify the circle and subsequent chasm of hell I reside but I cannot seem to exactly identify the circle as this place seems to span many of the circles. Dante could have come to this place and never have had to hit hell proper. I seem to think this company was designed in the image of Dante’s inferno actually. There are gluttons, and blasphemers and traitors and about the only thing not present are the violent people but they probably wait till they get home and take their shit out on their family. So the actually do reside in this chamber of corporate horrors each day and we just do not glimpse the cause of their hell.

So why am I here? Well I am a blasphemer and I do enjoy my share of sodomy, and and my writing may have helped extend my stay here, but most of all I think I am here in a purgatory type purpose. But who the fuck knows, right? Ok, so I have no identified, yet again, how fucking much I loathe this place.

So I have related I am a contractor at this loathsome place, and I have been searching for a job for over 8 months now, while working at this place for over 13 months. I work with a number of people I cannot stand, the most loathsome of them all is my manager FF (for more information about Fabio Fucker, see my FF post). You see he is a spineless backstabbing, two faced, non managing, leaderless sack of shit douchebag.

*Well, I wanted to finish this but unfortunately I could not… But I will leave you all hanging with where I was going with all of this, and I will finish tonight since I am working yet again… Good News (I already have Gieco) I do get OT for last night and tonight!

WTF? Rabs Searching For Pedophilic Porn...

Ok, this is just fucked up. I am not really sure how else to put it. And fuck… these search sites, I am so embarrassed, but I have to publish this shit.

So I checked my key word search and some sick fucker in the United Arab Emirates was searching for the following shit and somehow got to my site:

….son saw i am having sex <- That is just fucking sick you sick UAE bastard!

Ok, now this next one is my fault. I swear I forgot where I talked about it, but I know I mentioned it somewhere and sure enough some felching fucker searched this:

Analingus

And found my blog. Fuck… now what am I going to do… Felching Pedophilic Rabs… What is this world coming to?

*All Nekkid Friday

I was going to post another of my long rambling posts today. I think I may not. I do not have time to write something else and I think I will save what I wrote and possibly re-write it so it is actually funny.

I am also pretty beat and still have yet another two nights to go for this week. I hope I have not many more nights ahead of me and I can make posts in the evening when I am relaxing preparing to go to sleep with my wife, who I desperately miss. I have not slept with my wife since Sunday night. I feel like my home is simply a place to sleep and eat and see my family as I quickly pass by.

I also want to mention another new blog crush I have developed, I will post her site later this weekend. Her blog is Small Bits of Life, and her blog name is 30Something, and she can write some porn, let me tell you! I have to get Mimi and 30something together, whew!

And for all of you, Vocabulum is having a hard time with my wife’s nudity (nasty comments made about a HNT pic Mimi posted last week), and so in honor of Vocabulum, I thought I might post a new pic of my lovely Mimi. I hope you all enjoy cause its All Nekkid Friday!

A Short Post...

So if you read my blog you probably noticed I did not make an entry last night… Let me just tell you… I did not blog because I was dealing with BULLSHIT… something screwed up which required lots of attention and in the mean time whilst dealing with that bullshit, I had to baby-sit a bunch of Europeans.

Now do not get me wrong… most folks over the pond are great (well unless you are French and I am quite selective about you being great if you are French), I mean those UK and Dutch, and even the French women have the sexiest (unfortunately Southern women have the absolute sexiest accents… I mean Georgia and Tennessee girls… holy shit…) voices… but that withstanding that... The European work ethic is so different than ours in the US, I tend to get quite aggravated such as I am now.

I am so fucking tired, and still have I think three more days of this shit (at least for this week). The good news is that Mimi told me she has a good feeling about the next few weeks and my job situation. Now I have been looking for a new job in a pretty serious fashion for the past eight months. I have gotten pretty far in a number of interviews processes, but not once has my Mimi had a good feeling about any of them. So I am clinging to this as a good sign.

I think if her intuition is right, soon I will be taking my wife out for a proper night on the town. We have been out, but not really with the ability to spend money and not feel guilty. Now granted we went out for Valentines day in April where a blow job was performed in a Post Office station, and other even more interesting things occurred, but we have not really gone out and enjoyed ourselves without “going out remorse.” So I think f something does happen that is spectacular in the next few weeks, we will be able to fill everyone in on an interesting night.

The Choking Game

2nd Post

NOTE: Reading the other post first will score you with an almost nekkid pic of Mimi in hot blue dress…

OK… This is my second post… I am sort of catching up from Friday and taking advantage of my time to post while I have it. I have six long nights of this shit and will probably hate every minute of it.

My days now consist of the following… I Get home, eat something, say hello to my little girl, and to Mimi. I give each a kiss, see my puppy, go up and say hello to my son (although today we will be having a short discussion about his motivation and football), I will then go take some meds, go to sleep, wake around 6 PM or so, eat some dinner, take my son to football, come home take a shower, and go to work till I come home the next morning.

But my fucked up schedule is not what I am writing about, nor is my fucked up professional life or any of that shit. I am writing about something I have recently heard about.

So one of my best buddies and I were talking last week, and he says, “hey Jay, did you hear about this new thing, these kids are doing.. They are strangling each other till they pass out and doing this for fun…”

OK, first, as soon as he mentioned “passing out” I know what the score was, and it is fucking idiotic what these kids are doing… Cause you know what? I did it in middle school (don’t worry I will tell all), but we did it another way. This is just bullshit. And apparently there are several kids locally who have died from this strangulation high technique.

The worse part, not like there is anything good about this, is these kids are actually doing something similar to what Michael Hutchence (for those unfamiliar, the lead singer of INXS) when he died, except there is no alleged masturbation going on while they strangle themselves.

SO I heard this from my buddy, and though, “Oh… how fucked up is this?” well, I did not think anything more of it till last Friday night when a 20/20 was airing commercials for this “thing” that the kids were doing and do you know what theya re doing as a game. Immediately I am thinking, they are going to talk about the game “Snap” which was my topic of interest last Thursday night… Go see my post and come right back…

Waiting… Waiting… Waiting… Waiting…


OK… Great you are back…

So you know about the game “Snap” now… So this is what I thought 20/20 was going to air… So Mimi and I started watching it and they began describing the disturbing trend and “GAME” that was happening as early as middle school and the lead part of the story started discussing the asphyxiation of this 13 or 14 year old girl. Now twice in two weeks I have heard of this asphyxiation thing.

So for you folks who have no fucking clue what I am talking about here is the deal…

What the kids are doing now…

You take a length of rope, a dog leash or anything that has some length and can be tied around one’s neck… The tie it to the closet rack, a door or anywhere they can, then around their neck, lean forward and cut off the blood and air to the brain till just before they black out, then they let off the pressure and breathe… This gives a huge rush because basically what they have done is stopped the air and blood circulating towards the brain, and when the pressure is released and air is brought back into the body they experience a blinding rush.

They have also taken to chocking one another to achieve the same thing but in more of a game type atmosphere.

They way WE (meaning the kid I knew… ok and I did this)

It is actually a much tamer and maybe not as effective thing, but this was more of a trick to fuck with someone or to screw around than any type of game or way to get “high.” So basically one would take deep breaths and each time the breathed out, they would expel as much oxygen as they could, and the general number was do this about 10 times, then on the last time of exhaling, hold your breath… Now you wrapped your hands across your chest and squeezed as tightly as you could bending over at the waist holding your breath as long as you could. When you could no longer hold your breath, you exhaled and you would get a rush.

This has about the same effect as what the kids now are doing, but potentially not as intense a rush.

Either way this is a stupid thing to do. If you have ever had a coughing fit to the point of where you feel light headed and feel tingly all over and you see black for a moment, you have felt the same basic rush as these children are seeking and are getting, yet they are strangling themselves.

So yet another disturbing trend I have heard bout that kids my son’s age are starting to get into…


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My Lady With A Blue Dress On....

I am trying to decide what to do this morning as I write. I have about three directions to go. I want to tell you all about another interesting thing I have heard about middle school children and their antics (this my friends, I heard about twice in as many weeks and it is a disturbing thing), the next thing would be to go down the path of my sheer fall to abysmal depression when it comes to my job (I know I have been doing this for quite some time, actually one of the purposes of my blog), or the third path is trying to put into words an issue I am having with my son.

But I have yet another issue

Let’s start this off with my anniversary, which took place over the weekend. You see, I have been married to my wife for five years now, and have known her for over seven years. She has known my son and lived with my son more than twice the amount his biological mother lived with him and that is a loose term since her job and time volunteered out to do extra work, kept her gone a majority of those years.

Mimi is a wonderful woman but a woman she is, and she does not understand men, where likewise we men still do not have a firm grasp of women. So we had a nice romantic evening Saturday night and unfortunately I upset my lovely bride by reacting in the incorrect manner regarding her state of dress (which was on some levels full, but on other levels, barely dressed). You see my wife has this really awesome dress; it is a spaghetti strapped little tiny sun dress, made of very thin material. As Mimi has alluded, it has been the center of some heated, although short lived, battles.

I have a tendency to tell my wife what I would like to see her wearing when we go out from time to time. And I make no bones about it, I generally ask her to dress in some rather provocative things. But this dress is not all that provocative and I do enjoy seeing her wear it as it is very short thus easy physically and visually access to her lower body and being of flexible thin material held up by two thin and flexible straps, her upper body is also quite accessible. Thus, it is a dress which allows quite spontaneous fun and many flashing opportunities.

So let me set the stage for you… I am wearing some ratty baggy jean shorts and a polo shirt. I have been in the kitchen cooking steaks on our indoor grill (thank you mother nature), baking some potatoes, making some salad, cutting and buttering bread. I figured I would put dinner on the table, and we would eat by candle light enjoying our conversation. Mimi had been wearing some shorts and a green top, and was looking like a nice mother ought to.

So, just as I begin wondering about my dear wife and whether she had been sucked into a black hole between putting our little one down and coming down to enjoy some nice steak, I turn around and to my surprise… Mimi is in this dress.

So just to remind you all, I was in some ratty baggy jean shorts and a polo, she, in this dress, freshly manicured toes and finger nails and little else besides her glossy red lips. I take a step back and out of my mouth comes…”Why are you wearing that?” Now in my mind I am thinking she looks really hot, and I am sweaty and have been cooking. I am thinking we aren’t going anywhere and most likely we will be getting in the hot tub… so why is she wearing that? Most times I ask her to wear it, a close combat firefight erupts. Usually with me telling her to wear whatever she wants. However on this occasion, she caught me off guard and in a situation I was not readily equipped for since I had no expectations of anything.

So I tell her, as I said before, “Why are you wearing that?” and she gets this look on her face like, “I cannot believe you just said that to me, WTF?” and so I try to explain in a very inept way that I liked what she had on, and she looked really nice and quite hot, but I just did not expect her to be wearing that as only in the past half hour she was wearing something completely different and the fact I was wearing what I was wearing.

Folks, I unintentionally hurt my wife’s feelings just as we were celebrating our fifth anniversary.

So to you Mimi, I am sorry, as I thought I had recovered from the initial shock of my question but based on your blog entry tonight I am apologizing again.

I am truly sorry for saying exactly the wrong thing when you wanted me to say, “Wow, you look Hot…” which is exactly what I was thinking. I just was also thinking the other…

Now here is the dress in question…