Eons ago, my now adult cousin gave me a bookmark for Christmas. He made it himself - it's knitted or crocheted or something, probably made it in class. Anyway, it's made of pink and white yarn (the kind that fades back and forth) and looks like a squiggly, corkscrew-shaped worm with a long, slim tail (the bookmark part). The fatter, corkscrew worm part is still kind of long, and it has those little crafty bug-eyes glued to the head. Very cute.
I recently found this treasure, and have placed it in a book that's on my beside stand. Every time I walk into my room, I see it there, next to by bed, alongside my book, out in the open.
Well, my nearest and dearest vibrator also happens to be pink and white, and the colors swirl up in the same candy-cane color stripe fashion. So for the last several days, I give myself a little start when I walk into my room and think, "Uh-oh, I left it out. What if Geno saw it? He would be so uncomfortable! Poor guy. He probably wouldn't even say anything . . . ." then I realize that it's the bookmark. All is well. Heightened heart rate for nothing.
Heh heh.
And by the by, since I did actually increase my heart rate, does that count as exercise?
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