Dear Terps,
I wrote you a bit earlier with a vague description of my evening, but as we can never overstate the virtues of the good Captain, I wanted to go into a bit more detail.
It started after I got home from work, did the dishes, made dinner, gave the baby a bottle, did the dishes again, put the kids in a Time-Out, got them out of the TO , read them a story, and tucked them in bed. I decided that it would be a good time for a drink. So I made this thing with 1 1/2 shots of Capt. Morgan, 1 shot of Creme de Bananas, 1 shot of Creme de Cassis, then some pina colada flavoring, and filled the rest up with orange juice. I also made one for Mr. Confusia, thinking that if the Capt. can't cure him, no one can..ha ha So, I went into our room rocking the freshly painted "Baiting the Hook" Red fingernails. We decided we would watch a movie. For some reason, we ended up with Saving Private Ryan. I would like it to be noted that I said, "Saving Private Ryan" and not the lesser known, (and lesser clothed) "Saving Ryan's Privates."
We were about 45 minutes into the film when the rum started to work its magic, and well, suffice it to say, our marriage should be saved for at least another week or so. ha ha
Lieutenant Confusia Reporting for Duty!
Good job having sex? Is that the correct response?
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