Hot! Mr. Forget-me-not, you look hot. Literally. How much insulation does 10 pounds of fur on the top of your bald head provide? Don't know. Not sure I'll ever find out either.
What do you mean you didn't buy it? Passed up on a beauty like this? So disappointing. Unforgivable really. Obviously he did not realize the Bon Jovi body double potential?
Should have thought twice before before handing this little fuzzy number back over to the storekeeper in far-off lands.
PS...Mr. Forget-me-not, Happy 13th Anniversary. Who says 13 is an unlucky number? It's going to be a great year, I can feel it.
Oh, and thanks for the European chocolates. And the hidden love notes. Still hunting for the last 4 notes. Might one be hidden under the volcanic pile of laundry that awaits me tonight? That'd be a good reward. For doing laundry. Not doing marriage. Most days I think I do marriage better than laundry, but let's hope that could be argued. Considering Columbine's been out of underwear in her drawer for several days now, I'd wager on doing marriage better.
Always on the grow,
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