UPDATE: CSN stands for CLEAN SHEET NIGHT. In spite of all of you perverts out there (I guess that'd include me now, wouldnt' it??). In spite of my love of man smells, clean sheets turn me on too....the Downy-fresh smell....it just seems to make the world a better place. Thanks for playing the game.
CSN is what we call it. And we love it. I swear, if I didn't know for sure that we were in our 40s, I'd think we were in first grade....or maybe second. We're like children, sometimes. We live in a world of acronyms -- especially at work -- and it's migrated to our home. One of us will make up an acronym and the other will know precisely what it means. It has happened for years and we're really good at it now. I was reminding him last night of our first bit of time together, late 1997 and early 1998, when we had nothing. No, seriously, next to absolutely nothing. We slept on the floor on a squished down, jizz stained, cat hair-infused futon mattress loaned gratefully to us by a good friend. We ate our meals on an overturned laundry basket in the middle of the living room sitting on the hardwood floors because we had no chairs. And, by god, we were happy....then and now. So, back to CSN....... it's something we go through regularly. It's one of our favorite times. We get all giggly and school-girlish-like. We sniff, we wriggle, we settle in with big smiles on our faces. Anybody care to join in the fun and guess? It's happening tonight......so if you can get here by then, you'll be a part of it! I'll post the answer in the comments for this post tomorrow or so.....so check back!