AnqeiicDemise
12-30-2007, 06:59 AM
WARNING:
Slight sexual encounter and violence directed at inanimate objects.
On to the story:
Lately, with the way life has been for the both of us, i.e. me working my ass off and the husband actively looking for a job, and the damed cat going into heat, our 'love life' has been severely lacking. Its hard to get 'in the mood' when my back's wrenched because of the shitty chairs at work, or he's drained from walking all over the place or when we're making out like high school sweethearts and the cat jumps between us, butt in the air, howling "LOVE ME!"
Needless, I was surprised when he managed to make me feel 'less tired' than the three hours of sleep I had made me feel.
The lights were low, the cat was asleep... ALL WAS PERFECT....
That is until his hand caressed my skin the wrong way and I was sent into a fit of giggles. (fyi, I'm highly ticklish. Yes, I laugh my ass off when the hubs kisses my eyelids the wrong way.) Okay, so now we're back to 'crazy love bird' status. Its okay. Sometimes we can get past the tickle torture and on to Heaven.
But.. of course, the Fates would not let it be.
So I'm kicking, thrashing, cackling. I'm laughing so hard the husband pauses to state that I should hush a bit because we'll have the neighbor come pound on our door again for being too loud.
I roll my eyes and begin the countertickle.
And then it happens...
It shakes. It trembles and then... caves.
Ladies and gentlemen this:
http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/S89839415
was teetering on its last leg.
We somehow broke four out of five legs (the headboard had three).
With the mood completely ruined, we then go about the business of dismantling the damned thing.
Can we find the allen wrench?
Of course not.
Now, mind you, about two hours ago I broke down and ground less than a quarter of a 50mg of benadryl into the cat's food. It took her an hour and a half to finally eat enough to make her sleepy. (I know it sounds evil but damnit, I need my sleep!) Its about 10 pm, I have to be up by 3 and well, I'm sure the pain in the ass 'blast music videos until the wee hours' teenage bastard has church or something to attend to.
But then again, I'm not thinking. I'm irritated. I want the bed gone so I could, at the very least, sleep on the floor.
What's my bright, sexually-frustrated influenced idea?
Grab the hammer and whack away at the *one* good leg the damned gimpy bed has left on to even the piece of shit out. I don't mind having a legless frame to sleep on.
CLANG!! CLANG!! CLANG!!
"Demise, no!"
"MEOWR!!!LOVEME!!MEOWR!!!-paw,purr,waves ass in the air then rolls over onto her back to spaz at my feet.-"
At least the neighbor wasn't home.
Long story short, it took me five minutes to break the bed apart for good. "Ikea test all their products rigorously, Demise. I'm sure you can get rough on your bed just fine!" my ass. (when I first got it, I was scared I'd break the damned thing rolling over.)
Oh well. At least we weren't having sex.
But then again, I wouldn't be so frustrated in the first place if we had, now wouldn't I?
Slight sexual encounter and violence directed at inanimate objects.
On to the story:
Lately, with the way life has been for the both of us, i.e. me working my ass off and the husband actively looking for a job, and the damed cat going into heat, our 'love life' has been severely lacking. Its hard to get 'in the mood' when my back's wrenched because of the shitty chairs at work, or he's drained from walking all over the place or when we're making out like high school sweethearts and the cat jumps between us, butt in the air, howling "LOVE ME!"
Needless, I was surprised when he managed to make me feel 'less tired' than the three hours of sleep I had made me feel.
The lights were low, the cat was asleep... ALL WAS PERFECT....
That is until his hand caressed my skin the wrong way and I was sent into a fit of giggles. (fyi, I'm highly ticklish. Yes, I laugh my ass off when the hubs kisses my eyelids the wrong way.) Okay, so now we're back to 'crazy love bird' status. Its okay. Sometimes we can get past the tickle torture and on to Heaven.
But.. of course, the Fates would not let it be.
So I'm kicking, thrashing, cackling. I'm laughing so hard the husband pauses to state that I should hush a bit because we'll have the neighbor come pound on our door again for being too loud.
I roll my eyes and begin the countertickle.
And then it happens...
It shakes. It trembles and then... caves.
Ladies and gentlemen this:
http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/S89839415
was teetering on its last leg.
We somehow broke four out of five legs (the headboard had three).
With the mood completely ruined, we then go about the business of dismantling the damned thing.
Can we find the allen wrench?
Of course not.
Now, mind you, about two hours ago I broke down and ground less than a quarter of a 50mg of benadryl into the cat's food. It took her an hour and a half to finally eat enough to make her sleepy. (I know it sounds evil but damnit, I need my sleep!) Its about 10 pm, I have to be up by 3 and well, I'm sure the pain in the ass 'blast music videos until the wee hours' teenage bastard has church or something to attend to.
But then again, I'm not thinking. I'm irritated. I want the bed gone so I could, at the very least, sleep on the floor.
What's my bright, sexually-frustrated influenced idea?
Grab the hammer and whack away at the *one* good leg the damned gimpy bed has left on to even the piece of shit out. I don't mind having a legless frame to sleep on.
CLANG!! CLANG!! CLANG!!
"Demise, no!"
"MEOWR!!!LOVEME!!MEOWR!!!-paw,purr,waves ass in the air then rolls over onto her back to spaz at my feet.-"
At least the neighbor wasn't home.
Long story short, it took me five minutes to break the bed apart for good. "Ikea test all their products rigorously, Demise. I'm sure you can get rough on your bed just fine!" my ass. (when I first got it, I was scared I'd break the damned thing rolling over.)
Oh well. At least we weren't having sex.
But then again, I wouldn't be so frustrated in the first place if we had, now wouldn't I?