Going Feral (read:foul)

On monday afternoon I realized that I haven't had a shower since friday morning. I know. I'm going to let that sink in a little bit. I can't believe that I am confessing to such utter grossness but, there it is.

I usually don't go that long and I am completely aware that I -well others around me- suffer from a pronounced ripeness that often comes on, even within minutes, of my having bathed. How can I go three whole days? Wtf am I thinking? Even I don't really know...

My wife and I are typically morning people. By morning people I mean that the morning is the only time there is going to be any "business", if there is going to be any had. By the time the night is here, we are both pretty much ready for sleep and I have been recently made aware(warned, scolded, threatened) that late, late night/early, early morning cuddling is not to be taken as "presenting", as I have mistakenly thought. In the past. Not any more.

Sunday morning, when she doesn't have to work and we don't have to get the kid ready for school, is generally... open season. This last sunday morning, when the faint light of the early day signaled that business may be at hand, I had a faint hint of self-awareness, just as I snuggled up close. 'when was the last time I showered... or shaved' went tickling through my sleep addled mind. 'maybe she won't notice...' was next, when we were both jolted awake by "Mommy" being called from the other end of the house.

My wife was once again saved from another assault on her senses and sensibilities. I know that I am responsible for basic grooming. I know... I know... I know... I am truly, completely, utterly, fantastically amazed that my wife still has sex with me. I truly am.

stayathomebryan will have the full silkwood, thank you