HOT LEGS!

Over the past couple of months living with the Vik, I've realized that some of my most favorite moments are when we're both in bed, and just watching TV. Now get your mind out of the gutter! It's actually a nice time when we both just settle in for the night and relax. But it's the time when I sometimes laugh the hardest b/c I like to torture him with my hot legs. 

Let me explain. For some reason my skin boils at night. Literally. My feet, legs, hands and arms are all hot. He, on the other hand is cold, ice cold. So, to torture him one more time before we fall asleep, I like to rub my legs and feet all over his cold skin. (okay that does sound a little dirty). He hates it, although it usually garners that dimpled smile that I love. :) He whines and pushes me away. "Get those hot pokers off of me!"

I'm imagining it feels like this for him:

I guess I really do have a sadistic side to me in which I like to torture The Viking. I'm so happy he puts up with my antics! Maybe it's just my way of paying him back for leaving his clothes, coins and shoes everywhere. 

Do you have any fun, weird ways you and your significant other torture one another? 

I've (Possibly) Created a Monster

Today the Viking officially decided to start tweeting. Although we've had an account set up before, I acted mostly as his transcriber, typing out what he told me b/c he didn't have time to deal with it.

My, my how things have changed.

I'm actually quite happy about his interest, since we cultivated our relationship through Facebook, there's something sweet about him wanting to learn how to use Twitter.

After sending out his first tweet, to me and a buddy he bbm'd me and said: "I twitted."

I have a lot of things to teach him, but I'm happy he's embracing it.

"You'll have to show me more on this twit-shit," he said.

So, to any of you that aren't, please go to @JKraftDesign and encourage his tweeting efforts.