I Swear

I can't remember half the posts I've written. But Brigitte hates it when I'm writing one and giggling like a crazed schoolboy. "What are you laughing about?"

I'm frequently at a loss to explain. 90% of the time she won't get it, because I'm in manic schoolboy mode. So she just sighs and attributes me to spoutoff Nick, which I am at at least 90% of my life.

But I still giggle under her blouse, of which I've taken possession. It fits me so well! Now I'm a cross-dresser. So there.