thursday. blech.

It's Thursday.

I feel kind of ehn.

( toddler talk )

Amy's need for transportation this morning interrupted my morning plans, which prominently featured a naked lord_pendulous. 

So, faced with the derailing of the "nookie train" (as he calls it), he got up, let the dog out, threw a load of laundry in the washer and fed and watered the beasts while I got out the clothes we were going to wear to work and ironed them.

We were incredibly efficient, so much so that we had time to rendezvous in the bedroom for a little while before I had to go pick up my pain in the ass cousin and my baby.

Now if we could just convince the cats and the dog to go somewhere ELSE while we are in there, I'd be happy.  It just seems vaguely dirty to have sex in front of the dog.

::shudder::

ETA: It is apparently the "booty train"; Jared informs me that I have mixed up his euphemisms.