Lion was snoozing while watching TV last night. He missed a lot of the new premieres. Needless to say, we didn’t play. It’s hard to play when you can’t keep your eyes open. I was tired too. I snoozed a tiny amount but managed to stay awake until bed time. I swear we’re trying to get sleep so we’ll be more entertaining in our posts.

We’ve cancelled our Thanksgiving plans. We were going to have my friend and her mother for dinner. Even though I’m sure they’ve been safe and we’ve been safe, it doesn’t make much sense to take a chance. I’d feel awful if we got them sick and even worse if they got us sick. It’s just not worth it. Lion and I will have a four day weekend alone. We’re definitely not complaining about that.

On the premiere of The Good Doctor last night, one of the doctors and his wife were fighting about being cooped up together. She didn’t want him going to the hospital because he had cancer and she said it wasn’t safe. He didn’t want her going out because, even though she didn’t have any underlying condition, she could still bring the virus home to him. She kept interrupting his conference calls and video chats and got mad when he was playing online poker. Obviously they were going stir crazy. I’m glad Lion and I haven’t had problems like that. We just go on our merry way. Lion is quiet when I need him to be and I’m quiet when he needs me to be. It works out just fine.

Aside from the long, drawn out virus, we’re dealing with the long, drawn out presidential election. I didn’t need it to be a landslide victory, but I hoped it would be decisive. Recounts and law suits could drag this out for a long time. I can’t say I blame either side for asking for a recount when the results are close, but I really don’t think there has been widespread fraud or even non-widespread fraud. It just seems like sour grapes.

Maybe this afternoon we’ll both take naps and be refreshed enough to play tonight. Then Lion can write a post and I can report something more exciting than our sleep schedules and election results.

We started out last night with snuggling. I asked Lion if he wanted to do anything and he said he could go either way, but snuggling would be nice. I started out on top of the blankets because I was warm. He was under the blankets because he was cold. That’s not exactly conducive to snuggling. After a while I decided the compromise was for me to pull back the blankets on my side and snuggle under his side. Eventually I enticed him out with promise of oral fun.

For whatever reason, Lion has gone back to his old ways of not being very excited (at least from my point of view). If you recall, he was very horny and excitable before his recent orgasm. We thought something had snapped him out of his long lead up to becoming horny. I guess last time was just a fluke.

It’s not that he’s not horny. His mind may say he’s horny. His body may say he’s horny, but somehow the message doesn’t get to my weenie. He’s slow to respond. I don’t need him to respond quicker. I’m certainly not timing him. I just wonder what happened last time. The only issue I have with his taking longer is that my shoulders hurt last night and I had to stop. Clearly that’s my problem and not his. Well, it’s his in that he didn’t get to the edge and he was having fun. I think, in addition to snuggling, we might need to use the rope or some clothespins. These “marital aids” might get him more excited right off the bat. [Lion comments — A paddle works too :)]

When he was super horny last time, I was wondering if jumping right into oral attention would cause a problem. I didn’t want him to think I was rushing him as he’s thought when I jumped right into playing with him other times. I guess there was no reason to worry then. Now I think we do need a bigger buildup. His mind might be willing but we need to take our time so his body gets caught up. I just don’t want to be accused of rushing him if I start out by tying up his balls. We’ll get there when we get there. I have no time limit. My only goal is to get him to the edge and as frustrated as possible before my shoulders give out. I’ll take some preemptive Tylenol to help the fight.

There’s an episode of the 1960’s sitcom, “The Andy Griffith Show” where a couple violently fights all of the time. Sheriff Andy is often called in to intervene. He finally decides to teach them to be nice to one another. They come to his office each day and practice “Mornin’ Darlin'”, “Mornin’ Sweetie”. Eventually, they learn to be very kind to each other. Now, instead of fighting at home, they are mean to everyone else they know. Finally, Andy has to trick them into going back to fighting with one another.

Mrs. Lion and I like that episode. We start each day with a “Mornin’ Darlin'” and “Mornin’ Sweetie.” It never fails to make us smile. You may be wondering what this has to do with our blog. Yesterday, Mrs. Lion wrote that she has made two more rules for me: I am not allowed to yell at local news people for being incompetent. I’m similarly not allowed to deride stupid game show contestants.

She’s taking away my growl. If I can’t growl at the TV, will I growl at real, live people instead? Sounds an awful lot like the “Andy Griffith Show,” doesn’t it? Mrs. Lion is right. I will almost certainly earn quite a few punishments before I am trained to be silent. I can’t help but wonder what will happen to all those bottled-up growls.

blow job trainer?

Speaking of training, I saw this product on Amazon the other day. The description says it is a Japanese face exerciser. Yeah, sure, that’s the ticket. A face exerciser. Just think, ladies, for $17.99 you can exercise your face.

According to the blurb:

This jaw exerciser strengthens the muscles around your face, jaw, and neck and will cause the jaw muscles to become firmer and tighter.

It’s an ideal gift! Whether use at home/office/school/GYM/traveling, our jaw exerciser helps chisel jaw muscles in just 3-20(Increase slowly day by day) minutes of daily exercise in anywhen and anywhere. Perfect for creating a slim face and to prevent aging skin after just 8 weeks treatment. It’s really a special present for Christmas/New/Year/Birthday/Valentine’s day/Father’s day/Mother’s day and so on.

OK, Mrs. Lion, I know what to get you for Christmas!

Mornin’ Darlin’

We have been very boring the past few days. Between eating too much, football and the election, we haven’t done anything sexual. Lion’s tummy has been the culprit this time around. I’m ready and willing, but he hasn’t felt well enough to do anything other than snuggle or hold hands. We’ll get there.

Yesterday, I said Lion doesn’t do anything wrong like leaving his clothes all over the place. This morning, he asked if the two t-shirts on the bed were his. They were. Both of us leave shirts on the bed when we expect to reuse them. If we’re only wearing them around the house when we’re cold, they don’t really get dirty. So I joked with him that maybe he does need a rule for that. He doesn’t. The only time I need things off the bed is when I change it.

One thing I think I could institute as a rule is Lion making fun of the local news people. He thinks they’re unprofessional, especially on the weekends. Of course they are! Seattle is the 16th largest market in the country. People have to start somewhere. To combat his comments, I’ve been pointing out when the network reporters make mistakes. The so-called professionals do things wrong too. No one is perfect.

He also makes fun of people on game shows who don’t know the answers to “easy” questions. Sometimes he’ll say everyone knows that answer. When I say I didn’t know it, he seems surprised. I don’t claim to know everything. Maybe that already falls under the know-it-all rule. I should start punishing him for it.

But the news people issue needs to be a rule too. And now it is. I think his buns might be extra sore for a while until he gets used to my enforcing both these things. Poor Lion butt. (Not really.)

[Lion comments — Wait a minute! Long before meeting Mrs. Lion I worked as an audio engineer for both ABC and CBS network news. I may be a bit of a news snob. I worked with Walter Cronkite and Charles Osgood to name just two. I believe that regardless of where you work, you need to use good grammar and check your facts. The local news people are frequently embarrassingly bad. Maybe I am a New York (number 1 market) snob. It makes my blood boil to hear such horrible reporting. Oh well.]