Helen is rubbing her boobs and pouting at me. I just gave her nipples a little tweak on my way over here. She's not rubbing them for what I just did, she's rubbing them for what I did yesterday. It was payback for that painful hickey that she gave me right before vacation. Yesterday, Helen and I were making pumpkin soup and while she was stirring the pot, I reached around her and twisted her nipples really hard. That was painful. This little tweak that I just gave her, that was nothing but a friendly reminder.

Tonight we're making piroshkies. I love piroshkies. Helen is helping me make them for Janine. She loves them, too. I got Janine hooked on them a couple of months ago. We're making two different kinds today. One has a mushroom filling and the other has a potato and cheddar filling. They're in the oven right now and they smell heavenly. My mouth is watering. I've had nothing, but soups and salads for the past week. I did that, mostly to get myself off of that "pasta high" but partially to prepare myself for these piroshkies.

Here's something that Linda sent us today:

A husband and wife decide to use "code words" whenever they want to have sex. That way their kids won't know what they were talking about.

One day the husband told his five year old daughter, "Go tell your mommy that daddy needs to type a letter."

The child told her mother what her daddy had said and her mom responded, "Tell your daddy that he can't type a letter right now cause there is a red ribbon in the typewriter." The child went back to her father and told him what mommy had said.

A few days later the mother told the daughter, "Tell daddy that he can type that letter now."

The child told her father and then returned to her mother and announced, "Daddy said never mind with the typewriter, he already wrote the letter by hand."