Go, Volvo, go!
3:02 p.m.
I would like to reassure all you ladies out there, and you gentlemen too, that sex just keeps getting better. After lying spent, having had a rollicking good time celebrating Serena WiIIiams� win of the AustraIian Open last night, I said to Hubby, �Gee, we�re really getting good at this!� to which he replied, �Yes, we really are!�
Actually, we went to Vlad�s piano recital before that, which was very, very good. She played a delightful programme: Beethoven, Chopin, Scarlatti, Ginastera. All throughout, I was imagining going home and being naughty with my best beloved, which was causing me to try very hard to sit still in my seat and not squirm; and I wondered offhand if I was sending out pheremones which could be detected by the male audience members sitting quietly next to their wives, listening to the music. Hubby assures me he was oblivious, so I guess it was just wishful thinking.
Little Princess has asked me to join her tonight to see Night B of the drama department�s early-term offerings, plays totally directed and acted by students, some often written by them. It should be fun. I rarely get out to these because they are so early in the term and I get bogged down with other stuff, but it sounds like fun.
In the meantime, I have lots of music to copy.
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