You all remember Married, With Children, right? Remember Al Bundy watching TV with his hand down his pants? Ever wonder why he does that? Yeah, me, too. Don't get it.
But I get why I do it! Oh, yeah, I touch myself. And it's not just down my pants that my hands go, it's up the shirt as well. For oh, so, different reasons.
Why am I copping a feelsy of the 2nd base variety? So glad you asked! I have to admit, I am completely fascinated with the new and "improved" BBs. A couple months ago, some of you may remember me complaining. But I've settled in, and they don't hurt constantly now. And they feel so DIFFERENT! Like what we dream of when we dream of fondling a good pair of them. Well, those of us that dream of it, anyway. If you have NO idea what I'm talking about, move along.
The Al Bundy move? Cricket is still sitting low enough that her kicks are way below my belly button. I am in search of the ever elusive external feel of a kick. I THINK I felt one the other night, but I could be totally imagining it, too. LOL. Anyway, I sit watching TV (when not crocheting or catching up on blogs) with my hand down the front of my pants whille Cricket kicks me. Walk in and you may very well think I've gone redneck. I can't help myself. Much like the BBs, the kicks are fascinating. I won't know they are strong enough to be felt outside if I don't test it, right? So, hand down the pants it is. Bonus: Great way to get Hubby to stick his hand down my pants as well. LOL.