tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424897482223918570.post8808952917790246270..comments2023-10-02T04:59:31.206-04:00Comments on Cafe Catiche: The Theory of ButtsCatichehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05813866931373096957noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424897482223918570.post-7039652749329028472011-06-13T08:58:23.887-04:002011-06-13T08:58:23.887-04:00You and the missus have been mind-melding again, h...You and the missus have been mind-melding again, haven't you. In all honesty, there are days when it is all we can do to just collapse into snoring heaps. Every now and then, the stars align and we enjoy each other's intimate company. After the doors are closed, locked and the children have been confirmed to be in the soundest sleep possible.<br /><br />It does seem that one aspect of married life that has always seemed a mystery is the waxing and waning of our intimate life. Prior to our beginning of the adventure that is parenting, we really were rather "busy" in that area. Now, not so much. Fatigue, stress and the other peaks and valleys of modern life seem to creep in to our "alone" time.David Goodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03231817178917633915noreply@blogger.com