Deb made chocolate chip pancakes just for the two of us this morning. I went back to bed since I'd woken up at 6 a.m., way too early, but still, the time I usually get up. I've been wishing for a weekend to sleep late. But the only way to get that is if I do something to my cat. Or sleep somewhere else.

Deb woke me up a while later by crawling into bed in just her panties. We had some lovely sex, went to Target, and ate lunch at Captain D's.

The only funny thing to happen today: I was lying on the couch with Tyler sleeping between my legs, right in the crochtal area, and we had a quilt over us. Deb came in and said, "You lost your dogs," meaning, she didn't see the dogs anywhere.

"No, Tyler's here between my legs." And he picks his head up and kind of cranes it around a bit, making a big, suggestive blanket tent. "Either that, or I woke up with an enormous hard-on." That's it.

There's just no joy from Rancho Lesbiano on the day after Anenigma calls it quits.

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