Sometimes Sunday mornings are eventful around this place:
Me: Oooooooooohhhhhh...hmmmmmmm...Scotty, Scotty, Scotty!
Scott: OK, baby...
Me: Oh God! Please, Oh God!
Scott: Honey, just let it happen.
Me: (screaming) ARRRRUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Scott: I'm pushing as hard as I can, baby...
Me: (pitifully) Harder! Oh my head, I am going to die...
Scott: I feel it...I feel it...it's going down. I feel it going down.
Me: Oh yes...that's better...I'm feeling it, too...sigh. Thank you. And I love you.
It wasn't one of the worst charlie horses I've ever had, but it seemed to last forever. And my right calf is still sore. But thanks, Scott...God knew what He was doing when he sent you to my bed over eight years ago. You're the best charlie horse-worker-outer in the world. Thanks to your technique, I'll be doing this in no time, while wearing these:
I'm sorry, but the words "action" and "jeans" used together? Smokin' hot. That's all I'm sayin'.
p.s. Yeah, this happened while Heather and Michelle were visting--so glad they were able to experience this with us.