When did Nick and I become ‘precious’? I’m well aware of the different stages of life: childhood, youth, young adult, adult, middle age, mature, senior and finally somewhere up there, elderly. But there is a new age and I think it must be somewhere between middle age and mature. Mollie’s college friend’s parents are way younger than we are, we’re nearer the age of their grandparents. So is seems that everything we do now is ‘precious’ to her roommates. The fact that I write is ‘precious’, the flat cap that Nick wears is ‘precious.’ Nick and I merely roll our eye and try to not to lean too heavily on our walkers when we visit.
Mollie sometimes jumps on the bandwagon. She called us Friday while we were at the library. She wanted to know what we were doing there and I told her we were picking up a couple of books to listen to as we drive to Florida. Her response, “That is so sweet. What a cute little old couple thing to do.”
What the hell?
I’ll have her know (well I won’t, but I could) that this cute little old couple had some hot monkey sex later that afternoon. I got my ass spanked with the leather strap, the tawse and some cruel wooded implement I didn’t even see, all the while cuffed to the bed! Cute little old couple my butt. We’re as hot and kinky as anybody! And we are not precious!