dee dee deetlee dee dee dee, dee dee dee deetlee dee....
So, H and I pursue some afternoon delight during the baby's nap yesterday. Hot and sunny, all the windows were open. Just as things are getting hot, here comes Mister Softee down the street. H starts joking about using the rhythm of the music. Then he shudders as he realizes that saying the words "Mister Softee" probably aren't good karma at the moment... We're trying to kiss and keep things going, trying not to let the laughter bring us completely out of the moment.
Mister Softee trails away into the distance, the laughter subsides, and it's back to biz-nezz. Good stuff. Just as I'm about to O......
....dee dee deetlee dee dee dee, dee dee dee deetlee dee...
Uncontrollable fits of laughter... This time much harder. Again, we're working to maintain our arousal and keep the passion salvageable through the comedy.
Softee fades into the distance again, and we take some time to recover and change positions. We climb that hill again and climax in unison at the peak.
And there you have it. The Mister Softee Method, Ladies and Gentlemen. Proven (well, an N of 1, at least) for longer, stronger, fun-filled lovemaking.
(And then H stared into my eyes and told me that I am "so beautiful" even though it looked like I had three eyes that close up. He also mentioned that if I want another baby, he is "right there" with me.)
