I’m beginning to wonder if this project is doomed. Day 1 didn’t really turn out the way I expected. And I wish I could tell you a tale of romance, passion and intimacy that occurred on Day 2, but I can’t.
What I can tell you is a story of a raging head cold.
Hubby came home from work yesterday sneezing, coughing and spewing mucus from every orifice possible.
So not sexy.
I quickly threw him on the couch and pumped liquids and cold meds into him. Within an hour, he was passed out. Snoring and gargling snot. Eventually, I moved him to the bedroom where he remained passed out for the rest of the night.
No Hanky Panky. No Slap n’ Tickle. No Bumping Fuzzies. Nothing.
I spent the night journaling and getting caught up on year old issues of Glamour Magazine, so that's something. I guess. Very ‘Carrie Bradshaw’, circa 1998.
I’m not mad. I can’t blame the guy for getting sick. All I can do his hope for a better, healthier day tomorrow that may, um, rise to the occasion.
Would you like to get updates on new blog posts?
Type your email address in the box and click the "create subscription" button. My list is completely spam free, and you can opt out at any time.
Filed under: The 30-day sex challenge