Tangled
when that one perfect moment finally arrives, you pray the reality will come close to the fantasy you've built up in your mind. And t
ectly fitted Armani tuxedo, standing at the altar
Waiting in the back, a stunning vision in white,
this isn't just any wedding. This is a landmark event. Revolutionary. Because for
to the library-it wasn't
e changed me. I think we can all agree I was pretty
misunderstandings worthy of a Greek f**king tragedy. But we made it through those times wit
nts last weekend could have been a problem
inking: What the hell
l you hear the whole story. Just remember: even though the noblest intentio
ay. The place has changed since you saw it last. Take a look around. Sterilized sippy cups lie in wait on a countertop; a
red images are of a dark-haired two-year-old,
ow circles. I think the missionary position has gotten a bad rap. It's not boring. It allows the guy to take control-s
Kate is doi
cking with my tongue. Kate arches her back. Her chin rises and her mouth opens,
s cooch is just as snug and feels just as amazing a
en I know she can't take it anymore, I cover her mouth with mine, muffling her blissful cry.
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rticularly when they're asleep. If they're disturbed mid-sleep-cycle, however? They're monsters
ey don't care what you were doing before they needed you, or-more important-whom you were trying to do. They only care ab
n darling little cockblocker? I'm gonna tell you how it really is-n
l infants do is sleep. I think the numbers are like twenty-three out of a twenty-fo
ends you home. And that's when the baby decides that it's sl
bels higher than a train whistle? I shit yo
g with James. Maybe he had a gastrointestinal di
t didn't f**
was all too eager to let us know it. In the morning. In
he was awake? Yep-he was bawling. And I'm not talking about lip-quivering whimpers, ei
drome? I totall
nuclear on his ass, but
d. I figured she'd done this twice before, she'd know
. she
awking newborn on her shoulder. Then she'd tell us it was normal. That all bab
the Menendez brothers or Jim Gordon. But in those dark days when sleep-and blow jobs-