My Hot Pocket
It’s fun coming up with new words as Leanne posted about yesterday. Erik and I have come up with quite a few words of our own, I’m pretty sure in another few years we’ll have our own language and will effectively scare away all the children in the neighborhood. Hey, you gotta have goals.
I was briefly watching Chelsea Lately and she was riding horseback when she mentioned her “hot pocket” was being injured. I was sitting there thinking…I don’t particularly like the microwavable hot pockets but I would very much like to use this term to refer to my girl parts.
Normally I don’t talk about the southern region very much as she just doesn’t entertain me as much as The Wonder Twins. I can’t play with her in public or show her off. She always has to hide and you really can’t dress her up in the same way.
So now she will be referred to as my hot pocket despite the fact Erik said he would never have sex with me again if I continue to call her that. I’m thinking he had some kind of traumatizing experience with the convenient stuffed sandwiches as a child. I assume the best way to help him get past this is to use this term as often as possible.