In which I finally get the hang of Thursday…

I feel like I probably had a better Thursday night than a lot of people.

Many thanks to Yvette St. James for talking our group through what goes where when couples play with toys. I’m hoping it comes (heh) in handy in the very near future.

(The ice cream is just ice cream, because there is an ice cream shop a few doors down from the sex shop. Because Jesus loves me. And ice cream. And vibrators… I haven’t read The Bible but that’s all in there, no?)


“I never could get the hang of Thursdays.”

Whatever, Thursday, you’re not defeating me. Wanna know why?

1. My company closes early today and — here’s the kicker — we might actually GET out early, which is just unheard of.

2. I don’t have to set an alarm clock, wear makeup, OR WEAR PANTS tomorrow if I don’t want to

3. This dress I have on? I bought it specifically because I tried it on and my ass looked amazing, like someone had replaced my standard sad pancake butt with two delightful, fluffy croissants.

So blow me, Thursday. You’re just Friday’s little bitch-sister. No one is ever happy it’s Thursday. They’re happy it’s “almost Friday.” Yeah, I said it. Why don’t you quit trifling with me and go reevaluate your own life?