In the Dog House...

Due to a hectic and stressful week this week, and the fact that all last week the husband was a coughing, sneezing, dripping snot fest, I have not gotten laid in two weeks. This makes me just a little bit grumpy. So last night the girls came over for the usual wine and chick flicks, but this being one of the girl's last night in the city, we went a little overboard on boos and girl talk. It was past one when I finally stumbled off to bed and curled up beside the snoring hubby. Next thing I know it's two in the morning and Mr. Sleepy over there suddenly decides now is as good a time as ever to wake me up and make with the foreplay. Did I mention I needed to be up at 7:30 this morning? As much as I enjoy this mid-night (or early morning rather) treat, I can hardly keep my eyes open. So we're about to get it on when I feel the words slip out of my mouth, "can we get this over with I have to get up in a few hours." Yup, that killed it. As soon as I said it I wished I hadn't, it was literally one of those slow motion moments when you hear yourself say something and at the same time your wishing you could pluck the words from the air and cram them back down your throat. Needless to say, I'll be lucky if I get laid anytime this century after that mishap. So now I'm horny, and grumpy, and still not getting laid and the worst part is, my vibrator is still broken. I would ask for a new one for Valentine's day but I think it would send the wrong message.