Happy Valentines Day weekend, y’all, let’s have some sex. Well, not all of us. Because my husband got the phone call a few days ago that we were thinking might come. When it did, he put himself in high gear, pulled up stakes and took himself and his trailer on over to the coast, where he’s part of the crew fixing a gigantic sink hole in Brookings. The drone footage is quite impressive, check it out while you can, because his job is to make those giant holes go away.
Speaking of giant holes that my husband made go away, I’d like to take a moment to thank him personally and publicly for coming into my life, filling some incredibly large voids, and becoming my life long partner in everything. Keeping house. Riding herd over a pack of dogs. Continuing to be there for our kids, who are no longer kids. For stepping up and doing the hard work when hard work needs to be done, and for loving me harder and stronger than I’ve ever been loved before. And thanks for having my back. Because you always do. Until I piss you off. (That’s an inside joke. He’s still got my back, even when I piss him off.)
What does it mean when my husband gets called away for a job like this? It means that my husband and I, both incurable romantics, don’t get to spend Valentine’s Day together. But that’s okay. Because the moment we realized that he was leaving town for work, we got busy. Got busy canceling any and all engagements involving anyone else, and immediately made reservations for a romantic dinner for two, and picked out a movie that had been at the dollar theatre long enough that it would probably be close to deserted. And then later, we got busy. Why pretend we didn’t? The whole thing about being married is that we actually have a license saying that we’re allowed to have sex, right? It’s kind of accepted and encouraged, right? Right.
So let’s talk about sex, shall we? Because we’re all humans here….and the only reason us humans are here on this big ol’ blue marble is because of humans before us who got down to business. These days we don’t even need a penis and a vagina anymore, we just need to join together some XX and XY chromosomes. Whether it was au natural or with the help of a lab and a test tube, everyone I know on this planet is alive because of sex. (But I think it’s more fun without the test tube, but that’s just me.)
So let’s take a moment to celebrate it, shall we?
Let’s celebrate sex, and the fact that if humans didn’t have a sex drive, that lust for getting it on with another human being, that we wouldn’t all be sitting around surfing porn on the inter webs today. Thank you, horny ancestors. We owe ya one.
Today’s Valentine’s Day playlist is dedicated to the sexiest, horniest, occasionally raunchy music I could think of. You’re welcome to add your sexy selections to my Spotify playlist in the comments section below. And here’s hoping your Valentine’s Day weekend is spent with someone who gets your juices flowing, even if that person is you (because contrary to what you may have heard back in the 50’s, there’s nothing wrong with that). Just put your finger on the play arrow below to get things going. But consider yourself warned if you’ve got young kids within earshot. A few of these songs are….well…sexual. Especially #21.
