Have to keep myself entertained as I spend so much time in the throne room! :)
Monday, February 19, 2007
Friday, February 16, 2007
Valentine's OMG
14th Feb...that special day...nudge nudge wink wink. It's just an excuse that we don't need to have lots of alcohol and much rampant sex. No excuses are EVER needed for the latter. Woohoo....anyways...
Went out for a meal at our current fave restaurant. I got there and Andrew had already been there to carefully place the balloon, teddy and chocs...bless him, it was so pretty.
I was surprised I could drink 2 glasses of wine (Sancerre I think...a cheeky little number) then I went straight to a main course of Moroccan style lamb with cous cous blah blah...finished the LOT. Felt good to be able to eat a decent sized meal and not be bursting. We chatted and decided to go for a sweet. House special home made choc pudding...with ice cream, strawberries, sauce...totally WICKED and gorgeous. I nigh on scoffed the lot. We had talked and ate and had a wonderful evening...it was fab. On the way home I started to feel quite sick. Got home, it got worse. I knew it was on its way back up but it just wouldn't come...so knowing I would feel a whole lot better once I'd vomited (better out than in) down my throat went the fingers to help nature along. NO, I'm not bulimic...got enough probs! ;o)
Finally vomited some...mainly the super duper choc pudding, sorry to be so graphic...and felt much better. BUT then...OMG...the rumbles started and uncontrollable farting ensued. My body felt like it was out of control. Never farted like that in my life...it was worrying and amusing at the same time on Valentine's Day of ALL days I am puking and farting like a demon...sooo attractive! Hey...he still loves me...I can't be all bad...rotten but not bad! ;o)
So I find that white wine relaxes my restriction to a point, lulls me into a false sense of eager overindulgence then comes back to bite me on the arse afterwards when I have my head down the big white telephone! I love my wine but will take it a bit easier next time.
The good news...I was still able to indulge in AMAZING sex! What a trooper! Wooohooo!
Went out for a meal at our current fave restaurant. I got there and Andrew had already been there to carefully place the balloon, teddy and chocs...bless him, it was so pretty.
I was surprised I could drink 2 glasses of wine (Sancerre I think...a cheeky little number) then I went straight to a main course of Moroccan style lamb with cous cous blah blah...finished the LOT. Felt good to be able to eat a decent sized meal and not be bursting. We chatted and decided to go for a sweet. House special home made choc pudding...with ice cream, strawberries, sauce...totally WICKED and gorgeous. I nigh on scoffed the lot. We had talked and ate and had a wonderful evening...it was fab. On the way home I started to feel quite sick. Got home, it got worse. I knew it was on its way back up but it just wouldn't come...so knowing I would feel a whole lot better once I'd vomited (better out than in) down my throat went the fingers to help nature along. NO, I'm not bulimic...got enough probs! ;o)
Finally vomited some...mainly the super duper choc pudding, sorry to be so graphic...and felt much better. BUT then...OMG...the rumbles started and uncontrollable farting ensued. My body felt like it was out of control. Never farted like that in my life...it was worrying and amusing at the same time on Valentine's Day of ALL days I am puking and farting like a demon...sooo attractive! Hey...he still loves me...I can't be all bad...rotten but not bad! ;o)
So I find that white wine relaxes my restriction to a point, lulls me into a false sense of eager overindulgence then comes back to bite me on the arse afterwards when I have my head down the big white telephone! I love my wine but will take it a bit easier next time.
The good news...I was still able to indulge in AMAZING sex! What a trooper! Wooohooo!
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