Just now I emerged, alive at least, from the hell that is Target the day before Christmas Eve. Yesterday, I took the Boy Duke and the Baby Duchess to the mall in a vain attempt to get the Duke a Christmas present and some stocking fillers that weren’t a colossal waste of time and money. Clearly, I needed my head examining. What was I thinking? Boy Duke lay on the floor as I waited for a shop assistant to serve me screeching at the top of his voice, whilst I kept ramming the pacifier that was being thrown on the mall floor back in Baby Duchess’s mouth. I was overheating in my winter layers – it was not a pretty sight. And all for what? For stocking fillers that the Duke will like, but not necessarily LOVE. So it made me think…
What does he love? Sex.
What is the cheapest way to make him happy? Sex
Time to grab some note cards, and pepper his stocking with “promises” that will make his eyes light up.
Mission: 40 may come at a time when your hair is on end, your nerves are jangling, and you can’t see straight for all the things you have to do. I bet that if you take 5 minutes to scribble down ideas for one lay, six lays or even 12 lays of Christmas your significant other will get up with the kids, and let you sleep in at least once over the holiday season. And that my friends is reason alone to stuff the stocking.
From Miss Lee and me, we wish you a wonderful Christmas and a joyous, but just a little bit naughty, New Year.