😎 That Feeling When...

TFW you've had 4 hours sleep but yesterday was such a good day, you hope it continues.
 
TFW I’m in my rubber wetsuit loading our kayaks on the truck after a day on the water and my wife is watching all of the fisherMEN bringing in their boats. She turns to me with a smile and says “You really are more like one of the girls, aren’t you?” 🤣🥰

Guys in spray skirts do cut quite the fashion statement.
 
That feeling when you see her green on messenger early in the morning and send her an unexpected message. You know it left a tingle in her panties.
 
……you know when you wake up that today is somehow going to be better than yesterday….

Which was perfect already.
Back to the mountains, through the foothills, after traversing the prairies.

If the land that I travel is considered a feast for the eyes….may I never reach my fill. 🇨🇦🙏🏻
 
TFW you've ordered a new pair of glasses but they won't be here for two weeks and then this morning when you go to put your old paid of glasses on... BOTH side pieces just snap clean off as you go to put them on. So you spend the first sleepy moments of your day SUPER GLUEING your glasses back together! Like.... happy saturday I guess?!

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At least you have good enough eyesight to fix them. If I tried that I’d end up with a spoon on one side or something. Oh and my fingers glued together like an agoraphobic just stop oil protestor
 
I just had to get my face right down close to them. I thought about getting my prescription sunglasses but... that's seemed counter productive. Hehe
A spoon would kind of work though! People would just think you're a fashion pioneer!
And if you needed to make tea.

By jolly, we’ve got it! Swiss Army glasses. You could have sporks (cutlery optimisation there), nail files, things to remove stones from horses hooves, bottle openers. All as part of the spectacle.

I’m off to pitch on Dragons Den
 
TFW she drops into the seat beside you, her steel blue dress hugging her curves, hooks one leg over yours, slides a hand invitingly up your chest, leans in intimately and breathlessly whispers "I need your cock in my mouth."

And all you can do is turn to her and reply, "Flattered. Absolutely. But who are you?"

And she realizes she's had a few too many drinks and that the guy she came with (who I do not resemble in any way) is sitting a few rows further down.

Such a strange night! But at least we know that dude got laid!
 
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