B-Curious

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

Today was a day to let the batteries recharge. Life has just been too bonkers lately, and while I've enjoyed some of it, I've also been very busy with work. 

And in short, I am knackered.

Caro and me watched telly all day. And there were naps. And Jasper Cat. And now I feel much renewed.

But I discovered that Caro has been GAMBLING. 

For some reason she took it upon herself to put money on the Tyson fight and the All-Blacks game. 

Caro is not in the least interested in sport! What is all this about???

"It's just a bit of fun," she insisted. But I looked at her askance.

"What?" she said.

"I just don't want this to escalate," I said. "The next thing I know you'll have sold me off to Robert Redford for the night."

"Exactly!" replied Caro. "Then you can tell Kainga Ora to shove their job up their b*m!"

"It's what's going up MY b*m that concerns me!" I responded.

"Huh! You're the one who's b*m-curious," said Caro.

This is in response to a conversation we had on Wednesday night, prompted by my evening chat to the Princess. We were talking about whether we would let someone who was into licking b*ms lick our b*m even though we are not interested in having our b*m licked.

"I am NOT b*m-curious!" I said. 

So there you have it. Caro is an inveterate gambler and I am apparently into b*m stuff. It's strange how quickly a marriage can crumble when you've spent a day recharging.

S.