Wild Horses

And I don’t give a fuck about your fucky fucky fuckedness!”

Yeah. Reckon she’s pissed. I can usually tell. She’ll channel Mort Sahl and George Carlin when venting her frustrations at me. Maybe there’re about me. Yeah, that seems likely.

I got methods of reining her in: Sometimes a peck on the cheek suffices. Or a nuzzle to the nape of the neck and a nip on the ear lobe. Not sure I want to get close enough to try any of those right now.