Readers? (also, sex-related things and Florida)

What's this? There are readers? Ooer.

(Essin'Em even commented, but see below for why I was too silly/busy to OK it for publishing until now, oops!)

In between receiving the Gigi and my trip to Florida (ugh, planes!), I was able to try said toy (sorry, Pleasure Object *g*) out a few times, once with the SO "coaching" me by phone. Long-distance sucks, but just hearing his voice saying something as (theoretically) innocuous as "I love you" is enough to send a little thrill down my spine.

You can imagine how the words "Rub my clit with it, slave" make me react. I swear I could "hear" his eyes lighting up when I said "five functions and ten speeds for each one" in response to "tell me what it does."

Yes, Essin'Em, I definitely have a different opinion of the Gigi's size now that I've tried it. For something that small, it really, REALLY hits the g-spot. My one complaint/whinge about its actual functioning is that it has this irritating tendency to randomly shut off. This only happens when I'm nearing an orgasm and when it's inside of me, of course. I keep poking at it to see what I'm doing to turn it off - I know I'm not accidentally hitting the control pad, but I'm not sure what does it. Of course, it doesn't happen when I'm just holding the Gigi. Clearly LELO makes sentient toys and it wants to tease me!

Florida was fun; I actually have a smidgen of a tan, which will probably fade in the next day or two. I relived my childhood, since my family dragged me off to Disney World, which was more fun than I thought it would be (the long drive from my parents' place to Orlando was not so fun, since their car is small and I was stuck in the back seat). My elderly great aunt and uncle are down from Queens and staying at my aunt's house, and so I spent an afternoon with that part of the family.

I don't "hope I'll never get old" or anything, but it's difficult watching my family bicker over the pair of them - mom and her sister have guardianship, and the entire family fights over every goddamn decision, including whether to send them to a nursing home, whether to visit on day x or y, who's calling which doctor/insurance company, what restaurant to go to (my great-uncle is particularly determined to make us all crazy; my aunt's husband is particularly determined to be selfish and want it all HIS way), etc etc etc. Talk of the situation inundates nearly my every interaction with my family, and my mother's every interaction with...everyone she knows. Also waiters. Also clerks. Etc.

Florida was fun and I love my family but I am really, really happy to be safely ensconced back in my little dorm, where I'm only reachable by cellphone. I can plead homework, a trip to the bathroom, or some other excuse when someone really gets going on the subject.

I can't imagine how stressed out my mother is, but sometimes I just can't take hearing about it - like when mom had a two-hour conversation with her best friend (my aunt-by-friendship), her friend's cousins, my dad and I, over dessert. I actually got up and cleared the table, washed things, cleaned up the kitchen, etc, because I was going nuts and wanted something to do other than listen to my mother give extended voice to her frustrations for the 5th time that day.