Posted by: keepingyouinstitches on: January 24, 2008
Yesterday at bowling, a friend, who shall remain nameless, was telling the story of her husband becoming “frisky”. She has a problem, yep, she shares everything with anyone, and said “hold it, I’ve got to run up to the bathroom and get my cream”. She is at the age, where she really needs to be wearing her glasses – not sure in this instance if she was being vain or in a hurry. Anyway, she grabbed the Capsaicin cream (made with hot chili peppers for arthritis and soothing warmth); said she became so hot, burning, uncomfortable and wanted to go to the ER, but her husband wouldn’t take her!
I made the comment, “bet that killed the mood” – and she nonchalantly said “Oh, no it didn’t!”
The things you hear on Weds. morning from the bowling league could be a sitcom!
[...] Nancy wrote about a bowling-buddy who grabbed the wrong tube when her much-older-than-boomers husband got “frisky.” [...]
That gives “It’s gettin’ hot in here!” a whole new meaning!!! Thanks for sharing. I stopped by because I’m a fan of goinglikesixty.
One time I went to one of those sex toy parties and was conned into buying “nympho cream”. I swear to you it was Icy Hot in a fancy little tube.
I’ll spare you the rest of the details but I will say I can certainly relate to the title of your post.
Hehehe…does this mean we can at least be thankful we don’t have to worry about creaky, painful, inoperable joints in the hoo-hoo?
2 | Gretchen
January 25, 2008 at 11:58 am
Nancy, this is freakin’ hysterical. Tell her to keep “that” tube in a separate place! We use my husband’s sock drawer.