When dh is away, I tend to get very raunchy. I guess it’s my way of dealing with having to go without.
We have further proof that I've been deprived for way too long.
When a friend wrote and mentioned an acquaintance who couldn't swallow pills, I had this to say:
“If she can’t even get pills down her throat, how’d she ever get a guy to marry her?”
I'm glad my religion doesn't believe in a Hell because if it did, I would SO be going there.