At long last, I’ve finally managed to upright myself for long enough to get involved with today’s post, but let me just tell you, the past 24 hours have been horrendous! It all started with skinning and deboning some chicken thighs to freeze down for meals. I mean, what could possibly go wrong, right? Yeah… exactly. Raw poultry + a busy schedule has led somehow to cross-contamination, with me as the only victim. It’s easing up a little already and I am able to eat plainish foods and keep them down, but honies, I am not out of the woods yet and I still feel like I’ve been on a ship in rough seas when I move around – the nausea is unreal! Even whilst I saw the return of last night’s dinner though, I was still able to maintain my witty, sarcastic self, and because the answer to someone asking you how you’re feeling when you’re cuddling a bucket should only ever be “like a million dollars”. Hey, what? You ask a silly question, you can expect a silly answer! 😉
Alright, enough on the self-pity, let’s get on with today’s questions. Fortunately, we were able to answer them prior to my little debacle, so today has just been about proof-reading and formatting our post.
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Would you rather:
Have sex with someone who never showers or someone who never brushes their teeth?
Helen: Oh my goodness, red, red, RED! I mentioned this question to my Mum, and even she nearly vomited! Having kissed someone with halitosis, fresh breath is so important for me. I even dated a guy who used to smoke, but he used to chew gum after and the tobacco-mint combination was kind of oddly sexy on him. It doesn’t have to be strong mint, just “no” to bad breath. Equally though, not showering? No, for the first time I really can’t decide… both are horrendous and not hard to resolve. Even I’d you can’t shower for whatever reason, at least have a sink wash? It’s what I used to do for the few weeks after my foot surgery!
Matt: I would agree. You don’t have to kiss someone though?
Helen: It’s still a no from me.
Only have sex in the shower for the rest of your life or only have sex on the floor for the rest of your life?
Helen: True story, we tried the sex in the shower thing but we kept slipping and almost injuring ourselves, so in the end it just became somewhere we used to love to go to have some real heart-to-heart chats instead.
Matt: Indeed, it’d have to be the floor for us, just mind the rug burn on your knees…
Helen: Sod that! If it isn’t rough, it isn’t fun.
Matt: Mrs S!
Cry every time you had sex or burp every time someone kissed you?
Helen: I must admit, sometimes I do cry after sex. That sounds so terrible and yet, I’m so keyed in to everything going on a lot of the time that it’s just like “whoosh!”, nothing but suddenly being present in the moment. Orgasms are incredible like that.
Matt: There is also an emotional connection.
Helen: This much is also true.
Find out the last person you had sex with was your long lost cousin or that the person you last had sex with was a brutal serial killer?
Helen: Ooh! I love a man with a sense of danger! Plus, he seems like such a swell guy, what could possibly go wrong?
Matt: I’ll have to say the same. Besides, Helen can’t be my cousin, I’m not from Shire village…
Helen: How many more times?! That claim is entirely unfounded! And besides, at least I don’t come from a village of geriatric, Bible-bashing snobs like you do!
Bonus: Would you rather always say what you are thinking or never be able to speak again?
Helen: In case you hadn’t noticed, I almost don’t have a filter. I do, but only insofar that I stop myself sometimes before I chew someone to smithereens. I speak my mind for sure, and sometimes there is a fine line between being forward and direct, or being blunt to the point of almost appearing ignorant and rude. I think if you’re too forward, you can lose your edge a bit and instead be seen as someone who is just negative and hard to please. Sometimes it pays to stop and ask yourself something like “is this what I really want to say? Is there a better way of proceeding? Is this too weak/too harsh?”, then proceed. Never be afraid to say “I need a few moments to think about what to say/has been said”. As long as you then go back and deliver your true self, more credit to you, I feel.
Matt: Definitely the former. It might actually make me stop being quite so nice as well…
Alright lovelies, I hope you enjoyed this post and I do apologise for the rather horrific details at the top. I’m off now to rest up and hopefully, hopefully be back with a double-whammy of delicious Easter recipes for you tomorrow.
Until next time,
Stay safe & have fun
Helen & Matt xx
(Very Naughty!) Puppy Pic Of The Week
Ladies and gents, you are looking at one bad, bad dog! In one week, he’s eaten a whole tub of bloodworms that were a Christmas present for Mum’s tropical fish (and narrowly cost her £80 at the vets to work out the cause of his bright red poops!) and inhaled the last two of Mummy & Daddy’s lovely and soft all-butter triple chocolate cookies, that were on the dining table and would have been out of reach if we hadn’t climbed on the sofa that we’re not even allowed on. The vet isn’t too worried given he once got into the (now locked!) cupboard and consumed half a pack of snacksize KitKats without incident, but Mummy is less than pleased – it’s bloody lucky he’s cute!