battle of wills
The girl is in the shower ... getting scented just so for the evening meal.
while I'm up in the rafters, glass of Prohibition in hand, dancing silly thoughts round the melon, midnight musings of the mediocre mind.
A flatbed of fixings await cutlery's caress and ... i just don't think there's a chance in hell i'll be able to convince, connive, or jonestown my way into making her chef it all up.
sigh.
and so, a stiff swig of the sweet stuff and a movement toward the kitchen.
... ahh, maybe i'll just check Moyers article before she gets dry.
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Go cook damn it...or, go help with the drying!
what's a kitchen?
...not that any of it is news to me but reading that moyer's article over coffee this morning is about to make my blood explode out of my skin. time to go ride my bike.
my blood explode out of my skin
... i'm so stealing that image.
Steamy.
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