Panty Remover

Back when my husband was not my husband, but my hot and cute and sensitive boyfriend who was also in a GREAT band, we used to partake in our fair share of alcohol fueled adventures. We were laughing the other night about how we always assumed we had invisibility powers. There was one time when we were visiting friends in Penticton and they had a very small bachelor apartment. After several hours of talking, laughing and drinking we gave each other a look and went outside and decided that the hallway of their apartment building was a very private spot where nobody could possibly see us? Another time we were in Stanley Park, a huge park in downtown Vancouver, and instead of hiding in bushes we somehow did it right in the headlights of oncoming traffic. I apologize to anybody who had to drive-by that incident.
So, my husband was this super-cute super star, at least in the little city of Victoria. I often miss those days when we would spend the weekend sleeping, napping, doing it and, well, sleeping some more. I notice in my memories we rarely were eating I think that's part of my problem now, my whole day is a series of preparing, serving and cleaning up meals. You know, I still love my husband more than anything – we can spend days and days laughing at our own private joke that is the dumbest thing in the world – but for whatever reason we have the same sense of humor. I think that history that we share together, having been together since we were 20, it makes me love him more. He knows what I have been like in every stage of my life. Plus, he saw me give birth, poop on the delivery table, and see my insides during three c-sections and he still loves me and doesn't hold any of that against me.