Salmon Were Making My Life Miserable . . .

. . . until I told Vulva, “no more salmon in bed!”  And voila, problem solved!

 In hindsight, I suppose, the solution should have been obvious.  But that’s the beauty of hindsight, eh?

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Okay, okay, full disclosure . . . it wasn’t quite as cut and dried as this.  It was actually a two-step process.  Initially what I told Vulva was, “no more salmon on my side of the bed!”  And that worked pretty well, but a few would still wiggle over from her side.  Finally after a few days I decided to, as the Bible says, “grow a pair,” and that’s when I told her “no more salmon, period.”  And it worked like a charm!  Thank you, Jesus.