Sexy Talk With Mr G

So yesterday we were at a wedding in San Diego. That meant three hours in the car each way. Which probably sucked for Mr G, but my brother and I were actually pretty comfortable. After the wedding, the wine, and a few hours of Howard Stern my sweet husband smiled and said. “I was reading your blog the other day.” This is where I wince, cringe and otherwise try to appear invisible. “I read that post about the lady whose husband wanted the sexy texts. It was really funny. If …