three years gale-force into our marital sweet, and hunkiest still rocks the robin in my treehouse. but sometimes, i swear i need rosetta stone to understand the words that come out of his mouth. smooch it out wednesday m’loves! Similar posts:happy...
i went to a birthday party this weekend. stag. hunkiest was out town at party of his own; of a stag nature as well. yet the naughty these boys seemed to have found was of whiskey and lack of bug spray like. for all his clinker and glee as he packs up his shiny 9 iron...
hunky and i continue the courting into our third year of marital happy. we adhere to a strict date night rule. {basically only that we have one, once a week} me and him. him and me. face to face. well, more like my forehead to his chest. he is rather tall, my fella....
my sweets, what yummy concoctions of bustle have you whipped up for the weekend? hh and i are finally celebrating year #2 of marital bliss {albeit a bit tardy} at a local resort. for the second anniversary, it is customary to gift cotton. i’ll double dip my chip...
