It’s been an interesting time around the Snake den. Some good, some challenging, you know, like normal life. But I’m one to look back after the fact and try to dissect the good and the bad, try to understand it. It’s my little present to Charmer, just to do my best to drive her a little nuts.
I’m learning. A lot. I’m learning that I have so much to grow into on the /s/ side of things. I ‘m learning about the impact of small, tiny, eensy-weensy things that add up to mixed signals and weird outcomes. Little missed cues, things like that. Oh, and yes, the dreaded (cue the big booming voice) topping from the bottom.
This last weekend (March 19th) is my one-year anniversary of getting my PA – my Prince Albert piercing. I wanted to follow up the other posts about this experience and give everyone an update. Luckily, this isn’t about kids turning 1, so no huge array of pictures to endure. 🙂
There’s a link in the top menu bar to the other PA posts if you’re interested. From just before to time since… it’s all there.
The PA has been, overall, a great thing. I don’t say “overall” to take away anything from it. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Here are some interesting bits I’ve learned over the last year…
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Snake and I are in Las Vegas celebrating our anniversary. We got married at the beginning of Spring Break because I was still in college and that gave us a week for our honeymoon. Of course, it also coincides with March Madness…
I’m sure you know how it is. You get up, you mindlessly wander to the shower and try to jump start your engine to get the day going. The warm water, the ritual of getting presentable … it all comes together to help.
So, there I am. I’m in the shower, washing my hair. Trying to turn on my intellectual lights. As I’m scrubbing away, I suddenly hear the shower curtain pull back, you grab me by the waist and place me in the corner of the shower, out of the stream of water, suds in my hair, eyes closed.
Last night was one of our rare nights alone with no dance lessons or practice. So, of course, it was time for some teasing and play…
We had to do our photo for #boobday so that’s always a fun tease to begin the night. Snake gets to be behind the camera and take lots of shots and be a professional. No touching, just looking. And, sometimes, you know, it does take a while to get the right shot.