I Don't Want To Jinx Anything

Thursday, November 9, 2006

I want to be careful about what I say about this next topic. Not because I worry about the sensibilities of my audience. My reservations stem from the fact that The Jinx is a scientifically proven phenomenon. At least it is if you apply the same "count the hits, ignore the misses" methodology known to work so effectively on the everyday study of prayer, lucky numbers and priesthood blessings.

Seriously though, I don't want to fuck this up. Last night was night four in a row of panties and bra for Donna. Usually she breaks out the civvies only for rare and special occasions like say, when she needs new tires on the van. And while it is true that I find it impossible to resist her advances when she's all scantily clad like that, last night she was not giving the steal home sign. She curled up in bed in her matching boy shorts and push-up bra and said, "I'm really beat from the long day I had. Cuddle close till I go to sleep."

Now, I'm certain that the next time I piss her off enough to deserve an expression of rejections, she'll use her garments to ward me off. I'll just have to try extra hard to not do that. Remind me not to mention beer or anything.

I almost asked her this morning what prompted the recent change but I thought better of it. It would be wiser for me to just shut up and enjoy it. Besides, I was really too busy enjoying her saunter around the bedroom like a confident and sexy woman (a fact that is plain as a bagel once she sheds the Mormon Burkah). Maybe she's actually started to feel the positive effects of not dressing like a Mennonite.

Hell, maybe I'll drive to Idaho and buy a lottery ticket just to see how far I can run this string of good luck.

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