My creative brain is spent.  Don't know what it is...other than possibly the result of that 4th glass of wine.  I'll blame that.  Couldn't manage to come up with a thing for Wicked Wednesday.  And, I'm having similar trouble here.

I'll spend the evening getting wet...languishing away in a hot bath, shaving the kitty (it's about time, I know), moisturizing, drinking loads of water to wash away my poor decision-making skills last night (really, I should know better), watching and reading period dramas...and thinking of you.

I don't have anything particularly deep to say...just that you're amazing...and that if I hadn't been cooking eggs for the kid, and feeling a touch miserable, I would have taken you up on the offer to have sex in the trailer.