To demonstrate, I bring you the second portion of an email exchange which started with me saying I hurt myself in my sleep and she was urging me to describe it as a sex injury. Where, really, I probably rolled over onto my physio targeted shoulder, which is being mean to me. But? It had to be a sex injury, because it happened in bed. That’s when I shared that I had never had a threesome, my last twosome was a decade ago, and now I only have onesomes, since I got all discriminating with my sex partners and all. She’s pretty sure I should describe it as a sex injury though. Sheesh, she’s bossy. Which would only be annoying if I were obedient. So you’re welcome for the background. Maybe you had to be there.
Krissa: I dunno…. the true test is sleeping in the same bed with yourself. Heh.
witchypoo: I keep getting annoyed. Bitch snores.
Krissa: Get her some of those nose strips.
witchypoo: She’s selfish. Says it doesn’t bother her sleep any.
Krissa: WHAT A BITCH! I wouldn’t put up with that.
witchypoo: If she’s not careful, NO SEX FROM ME!
Krissa: Oh shit. You need to get into couples counseling. I mean you can’t let this effect your lives like this. It’s not fair to either of you! Heh heh.
witchypoo: I’d sooner just buy her the fucking nose strips.
Krissa: (The voice of Little Mary Sunshine), It’d be cheaper!