My wonderful parents rented a beach house for this whole week and invited the whole family "down the shore." My wife and I spent the last few days there enjoying the end of summer.
The walls between the bedrooms were so thin that I could hear both of my parents snoring at the same time as the dog's fingernails clicked across the kitchen floor. Thus, there was no lovemaking.
I came up with a strategy. I decided that we should tell my mom that my wife and I are working on having kids (an incredible lie), and it was the "perfect time" so we needed some "alone time." My mom would be so overjoyed, she would go to Wisconsin for the day. It was genius.
My wife disapproved. She disfavors lying to our families. It's such a weird way to live. I don't know how I ended up with her.
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