Hide-n-go-seek

Last night, the never-ending exploration of our relationship took Jeff and me to heights. After eleven years and so many months together, I finally found out where Jeff hides things from me. Not the attic at the house or the wherever it is he stores the cleaning supplies ('cause why the hell would I need to know where the cleaning supplies are stored?) and not even in the dark recesses of his heart where one hides their most personal, secret secrets. No...last night I was able to get a pen, a dollar bill, a penny, AND our wedding band all into the crack of his ass...AT THE SAME TIME. Lord, it's like free storage that travels. Litterally, I was grabbing whatever was laying about and working it into the crack, Janga-style, waiting to see how much I could get in before the whole thing collapsed. I believe Jeff was slightly amused at my ingenuity until I decided all the sudden to go to bed because I was tired, leaving him to fish out the booty. I kept calling from my pre-somnomulent haze, "did you get the penny? Did you find the penny? Don't leave the penny in there." That's when his patience with me ran rather short. Imagine!