This is important and I don't want to forget.

I was just reminded of a time when we lived with everyone in the old house when heaccidentally dripped hot wax on me.

We always had to be so quiet in that house, at least I thought we did because I was paranoid that everyone would hear us having sex. So we always did nice things like light all the candles that I had on the cute shelves above my bed and turn off all the other lights and listen to music. It was awesome. Well afterwards one night he was blowing out the candles and he blew on one JUST the right way that made the candle go out and also made wax spill out of the top and onto my poor naked belly. 

So I yelled, "AH! You just got wax on me!!" and he looked around confused as if there weren't 7 candles lit above my body and asked what the hell I was talking about.

Are you kidding me? Really?

He thought I was kidding until I made him feel that the wax was starting to harden on my skin.

That story is too ridiculous to forget. So I had to write it somewhere.

Also, I think he is on the hunt for my blog. He asked me today whose blog I was reading and I was like, "ohh, no one's." And he gave me the narrow eyes and said, "Is that the blog that the blog you were gonna make to write about me?!" 

I just said "maaaaaybe" and his only response was "You better not be writing about my balls slapping around, because I saw you blogging while I was doing my jumping jacks and she knows too much about me already!"

bahahahahah

good thing he doesn't know this email.