Man, oh, man. I gotta chime in here. To hear my W talk, I ought to have my picture up on the sexual offenders' database. And, like you, GS, I hide about 90 percent of my sexual thoughts from her.
Scene from a vacation: It had just rained in Bayfield, WI, (one of my favorite towns in the world) and we'd gotten a bit damp, pushing the stroller with DD4 in it, followed, at some distance, by my three older kids. We'd had a wonderful morning--had taken a tour on a boat around the Apostle Islands of Lake Superior, followed by a great lunch at a local restaurant. The effect of the damp clothes, and the cool wind off of the lake had an obvious effect on W's breasts.
In my best pirate's voice, I quietly said to her, "I say, the wind's a might nipply today, don't you think?" She looked down at her shirt, and gave me THE LOOK. (oh, sh*t.)
"You just have to go and ruin a perfect day, don't you?" she said. She pretty much ignored me for the next couple of hours.
Sigh.
What a frickin pervert I am!
Why did I marry this humorless cold fish?
Oh, and that was the first comment in days, perhaps weeks, that even bordered on sexual.
Oh, well, it's off to counseling again today. I feel like zero progress has been made.
