Goober

Last night I took my wife on a date. It started out a little rocky cause I was joking around a little too much. Some times she doesn't like that. Who would have thought that? We went to this little Italian restaurant and it was so good. The food was good the service was good. Their bread is great and they bring you like a plate of 10 rolls at a time. MMM so buttery and good. Any way we ate and talked and really had a good time. Then we drove home while Marilyn rubbed her dinner baby. (aka. full stomach) After we got home and let out the kids to go potty ( we have dogs not actual babies) she got the urge to finish up the bathroom I started painting this week. So we got all of it painted but I kinda had some mishaps with the roller hitting the ceiling. So I have to paint the ceiling again anyway when we redo the trim. We had a good night none the less. As we were painting Marilyn was either on the toilet or ladder and lost her balance and smooth stuck her back on wet paint. We were painting in old clothes and Marilyn happened to be a tank top and panties so she had grey paint on one butt cheek her arms and her hair shes such a cute little goober. I got it on my foot. Not sure how but it was on the bottom of my foot. Funny how that works.

Last night when I was sleeping I was having this crazy dream. I was a Russian mail order husband working at a suit rental place with my crazy dream wife. My phone in real life's battery was dying and kept making a chirping noise. Now I took mostly psychology in my college stint and it is crazy what your brain would do. Every time my low battery notification would chirp in my dream my brain made that the ringer for the door. So in my dream the chirp meant someone else came in to rent a suit. That's CRAZY because my brain played along with it..

This morning my boss heard on the radio about a lady pressing charges against her husband because she woke up to him copulating with her. This was interesting to me cause in college in psychology you are required to "volunteer" for laboratories. One of the ones I ended up doing was all about the perception of forced intercourse. The result they gathered is that if you are married the public makes excuses for rape being OK. What really is the difference between a man forcing a woman into it and a husband forcing a wife into it? Nothing but a ring. This is all by the way my opinion, but I feel that you don't marry a woman and sex becomes a duty its a privilage and something special that is meant to be shared. Marriage is about love and if your doing that you don't really love or respect you partner. Any way thought that was intresting and interested to see what others think.