Friday

Oh my god,

how are you so genius?

She said,

please, can I lick your penis?

It was just a Friday…

~Jeris Johnson

Pretty much all the other lyrics in this song are super inappropriate. But also, I like the song. I find myself jamming to it, on Fridays, frequently.

Today, it was almost hot enough for me to make that tough decision, to cut on our AC. I knew Adam would come home to a darn near intolerably warm house. Still, I’m just not quite ready to do that. I love having our windows open, with fresh air pouring inside. This evening, our neighbor was in his garage playing his electric guitar. The race track, that’s not far from us, played us its own music, cars zooming ‘round in its circle. Those things are, what I refer to as, “the sounds of Summer”.

This evening, I mentioned to Adam how much I want us to go to the “Rock N Jock” softball game, again. Every Summer, Nashville hosts their annual game. Musicians and first responders/military get together to play, and they raise money for the families of first responders/military. It’s just something that’s really fun to be at, and we’ve missed the last couple games. We’re making plans, with a bunch of our friends, to go again this year. This made me think of another fun thing I’d like to do again, Monster Jam. I absolutely love seeing all the cool monster trucks give us a show! My husband can’t say no to me. At least, not often. So, I think he’ll be making arrangements for us to do that, too.

Tonight was a perfect night to set up our cornhole boards. So, of course, we did. I so rarely ever drink, anymore. However, it’s basically a requirement, in cornhole. I just need a good “buzz”, and suddenly I’m in the sweet spot. Practically unstoppable, sinking them bags into the holes on our cornhole boards! We played, for a couple of hours, and then decided to go inside. I’d had a couple of drinks, and also just gotten done with my monthly period. As I was just about to make myself a cappuccino, I decided to send Adam a text, first.

One romp in our bedroom later, here I am. Writing in my blog. 😏

I think I’ll make that cappuccino, now, and then request a “mulligan”, from my husband…