A few weeks ago, I heard this little whisper about some book called “Fifty Shades of Grey” & then saw an article calling it “mom porn” & I was all, Twitter! Should I read it? & the Twitters were like hellz yeah.
So I got my hands on a iBooks copy & settled down into Chapter 1.
An hour later, I woke up my husband for sex.
Since then I have finished all three books & perhaps coincidentally, Doug has taken to bringing me flowers & wine in the evenings.
The writing leaves a lot to be desired, there are blatant grammatical errors, & it feels a little wrong that this chick is making cash money off twisting Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight characters into literary porn stars. I felt incredibly naughty reading it & not in the naughty minx way but in the oh shit, I am so glad nobody can see me reading this. On the airplane the other day, I felt like whispering to the gal three rows in front that while everyone else on the plane thought she may have been reading a thriller mystery based on the black & white tie cover, I knew she was reading about some mealy-mouthed chick being tied to a table.
In short? OH. MY. ::fans self with tulips::
1) Sneak into your husband/significant other’s sock drawer & steal a rogue sock. Cut off the foot & roll the remainder into a donut shape. Tell your husband that the dryer is guilty for the sock shortage.
