Dear Husband,
You’ve said before that I should tell you when you’ve had enough. I told you at least three different times tonight that you HAD ENOUGH. Did you listen to me? No. In fact, you ran off so many times to get MORE alcohol that I lost count of what you had after three bottled beers (lager?), three mixed drinks and two cups of wine.
Thanks a lot for ruining our plans of having some “us” time and hopefully some sex time too. Again.
So, all things considered, when you decided to come stumbling from the car and pass out on our living room floor…
… I felt absolutely no remorse or a moment’s regret at taking advantage of your comatose state:
Love,
Your sexually frustrated wife
My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design. Kitty.nu has been around for several years. Once upon a time it was home to my personal blog (you can find that over at 
lol NICE one, Jenn