giggly

Last night I was so giggly.
Half a bottle of sweet sweet wine
and two cups of instant coffee loaded with brown sugar and milk . . . some dancing in the living room, singing in the bathroom, and bantering with Fifi, who was mopping the floor with her back while talking on the phone.
I sprinted upstairs, changed, washed up, wrote a letter to Fifi . . . I was humming while doing this.
When Fifi finally hopped into bed, I found myself still restless, wanting to chitchat with her some more. But she was very very sleepy, so I just humped her and told corny jokes until she cracked up.
She also expressed her disgust whenever I would pass gas, like I could help it.
Hahhahahahahahhaahahahahaha.
What a fun night.