The Lullaby of a Beating Heart

I feel like I haven't written a Sunday night post in a while, but I really should do it more often...it is one of my favorite times to write. I am usually pretty relaxed, and don't have a whole lot to distract me. On top of that, Munchkin is away and The Boy just left a little while ago (he has to be at the airport at 6:00 tomorrow...would a good girlfriend drive him?) so I am all by myself.

The Boy made dinner tonight, which is kind of a rare occurrence. But he did a really good job! I should encourage him to cook more often! Hopefully his "rewards" will sufficiently motivate him. Oh, who am I kidding? He doesn't have to work that hard to get laid, and he knows it. I couldn't play hard-to-get if my life depended on it...lol.

So, the weekend was really good. The weather was gorgeous and the beach was beautiful. Really, it was about as nice as it could possibly be. I think I was on the beach basically from about 9:30 in the morning until about 6:00 on Saturday. I got a lot of sun, but I was good about the sunscreen, so not too much.

If I digress for a moment...can we talk about outdoor showers for a second? Is there anything better? I don't mean like a public, open-air shower just for rinsing off, I mean a real enclosed, fenced-in one. I don't really know what makes it so nice...I guess it is the combination of the sun and the water maybe...? This is one of the rare occasions when I am not primarily talking about the erotic potential, either (although, there is that, too;-))...I mean in a totally non-sexual way. I think the intended purpose is probably to keep the indoor plumbing from getting clogged with sand from the beach, but I generally shower outside down there whether I have been on the beach or not.

Another total digression: I am not a cuddler. I have never been a huge fan of sharing a bed with someone (stop laughing...) because I need my space, I get too hot, I fidget and generally just get uncomfortable. Mostly, if I am in bed with someone, I just can't get totally cuddly...I need my space (except with Munchkin...maybe because she is little:-))

So, generally, when I am with The Boy, I make a good spoon for about 10 minutes, and then I scooch over to my own side of the bed to actually sleep. On Saturday, though, I crawled into bed, curled up with my head on his chest and slept until the sun came up:-). Could I be evolving as a sleeper? Probably I just never got hot because the window was open and I didn't have any sheets on me...but I choose to believe in some deeper psychological explanation involving subconscious comfort and happiness and sappy stuff like that:-P

I guess that makes for a random and sort of nonsensical weekend recap, but it all makes sense to me:-D.

I miss Munchkin:-)