Since the beginning of our kissing career, my oily forehead combined with Steve’s glasses has proved hazardous. Steve stopped finding it cute after the first day. Now I go out of my way to grease his glasses, simply to annoy him. He plays up being uber annoyed and I giggle in victory.

I was putting laundry away (a pile of panties to be exact) when I heard Steve running toward the bedroom to take me down in a wrestling match. Sensing his intentions, I threw my pile of panties in his face (fulfilling fantasies in BULK) to buy myself enough time to assume Karate Kid position. – See more at:


Shannon has been writing on the web since 1998 when you could make yourself a grilled cheese sandwich before your page loaded. Her work has been featured in print and online and she blogs at There, Shannon writes about vulnerability, courage and mental health. Before content strategy, Shannon spent nine years leading classrooms of small humans.

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