Monday night Jef and I went to bed around 10:30. We were still pretty tired from our weekend trip, however there was a definately opportunity to sneak in a dab of quickie sex so I pounced (literally!) on the opportunity.
As I am a woman who will go to great lengths to please her man I shimmied under the covers to participate in what B would call "Steak and BJ Night"... minus the steak. It was about that time I got a whiff of maple syrup.
Maple syrup? I said to myself as I, well- um, did what I was down there for. Why would Mr. Peeps smell like a pancake? I contemplated this riddle while doing my bidnez and I remembered a blog Becky had written about breast milk and how all her frozen stash of boob-juice smelled like maple syrup (sorry Becky, but yes I did think of you and your boobs while engaged in a sexual act-- Guess that makes me Uncle Pervy?). The odor was due to the fact she was taking a supplement called Fenugreek (which wreaks of syrupy goodness). Clarity! Jef is taking a heart health supplement and it contains fenugreek!
It brings a new meaning to the words "flap jack" doesn't it?
--The Milk Maid says damn I can't believe I blogged that!
At least we weren't doing this on Coaster furniture.
3/12/08
We'll Call This One Breakfast Sex
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HA HA HA HA HAH!!! Better than it smelling like cat urine..right?
I can't believed you blogged that either! :D
Too funny. No wonder Jef told me on Saturday that BJ wasn't a bad nickname for a boy :)
Ok, I'm laughing. Poor Jef, did he know what was going through your mind??
Dammit MM!! Now I will never be able to eat flap jacks and maple syrup without thinking of you doing your "bidnez"
I HAD NO DAMN IDEA IT WORKED FOR MEN LIKE THAT, TOO. HOLY CRAP.
Mmmmm...Aunt Jemima!
No matter how my mood is before I "step foot" on this page, i know I will be laughing when I leave. You are a riot, girl!!!!!!!!!!
I just love "visiting" you!
Were you sticky afterwards??? Sex must be in there air lately???
Thats downright freakin funny and much better then other things you may have smelled while doin' the deed.
God...why you gotta be so rigid and closed off online yo? Open up a little bit. Geez.
Seriously. Pancakes are ruined for me.
At least I know what to get for you for Christmas.
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