I feel like the eyebrow raise at the end of the name is making ita ! mean something dirty.

I rolled my right ankle tonight and managed injure my left knee doing so. I think it's hyperextended. It's a gift. A klutzy gift. I've been icing it since I got home but it's stiffening up and going downstairs is very painful.

Also I was away this weekend and came home to find that Oz had diarrhea and pooped all over the basement. I scrubbed and sprayed this pet odour stuff that has never failed me, but I think it's reacting with something else in the carpet under my desk, and the smell is very funky. Not poo funky, more dead thing funky.

Hey, what's edging? Is it different from orgasm denial?

According to Wikipedia (!), the difference is whether the practitioner eventually orgasms.

Man, I am glad I was out to dinner and didn't have to field that one. (We are a very pro-orgasm household, so the whole spectrum of not having one when you want to is a little odd to me.) (Yes, considering the things I do, I *did* just call something odd. Yes, I did.)

Edging makes a lot more sense (because you know, it's all about that) than a lot of the stuff I stumble upon on the web.

I mean, if it's consensual.

Edging makes a lot more sense (because you know, it's all about that) than a lot of the stuff I stumble upon on the web.

Oh, that's very true. We do some nonsensical stuff. I let someone staple my arm with a goddamn Home Depot electrical stapler. (Only once. Well, it was 6 staples. But that was the only incident in which I was stapled. I'm not *totally* nonsensical.)

I let someone staple my arm with a goddamn Home Depot electrical stapler.

See? See? People? Vastly different.

But that was the only incident in which I was stapled.

Okay, edging makes more sense to me than that. I didn't know there was a word for "edging" but that's basically just "sex" to me. I've always tried to take my partners as close to orgasm without tipping them over for extended periods.

But that was the only incident in which I was stapled.

Okay, edging makes more sense to me than that.

Ahahahaha! I *said* it was nonsensical! Someone was doing a demo of it, and I was curious, so I offered up my arm. (For the record: yeah, it hurt.) Some stuff just doesn't make sense. But it's fun.

I've stapled myself by accident too many times to be stapled on purpose.

Some stuff just doesn't make sense. But it's fun.

Yeah. That's why I stuck a fork in an electrical outlet when I was three.

I mean, I knew it was wrong, and that I'd get a shock and that it was dangerous, but still... fun.

OK, off to add the preceding to my list of "stuff not to say to a three-year-old"....