Greg and I were chatting a bit ago, trying to figure out the longest we’ve gone without sexytime. Now, this isn’t taking into consideration the period after childbirth or the year I lived in Switzerland and he in France (he came home to momma on weekends). We’re talking strictly normal day-to-day life.


In our quest for truth we were surprised to find we rarely go more than three days. So we decided to see if we could go an entire week without anything. Nothing…nil…nada for seven straight days.
 

Me, I’ll be fine. Greg, not so much…he gets antsy after a couple of days. I don’t think he can do. Then again, he’s an A-Type personality with a strong Alpha male thing going. He might go all the way.
 

I wanted to add a sweetener to the deal. Maybe foot, neck and back rubs…nope it wouldn’t work; we do those for one another anyway. Maybe cash….nope, we’re joint. So we decided to use the honor system…boring yes, but Greg’s honor is at stake and there’s nothing he covets more.

Team Greg and Team Tracy folks get ready!! Starting tomorrow, Friday April 9th 2010, we begin.
 


As soon as we shook on it, Greg jumps out of bed, walks to the bedroom door and comes back looking perplexed.

Me: What’s wrong?

Greg: Trying to decide if I want a Milky Way Bar or an orgasm.

Me: That’s not a difficult choice.

Greg: Yeah, but an orgasm won’t make me fat.

Me: *Scowl*

Greg: *Big Cheesy Grin*  Oh damn, that's your unhappy face.



I'll keep you posted. I might kill him first.