~ knowing He would be surprised to say the very least, but hoping a good surprised, she sneaks in just as He mentions needing that hug and kiss... sneaking upon quiet feet up behind Him, she wraps her arms around Him in a very warm hug, letting her body slide down His until she is at His feet, as He turns, she brushes His boots with a light kiss, wanting to... expand.. upon that, but deciding to stay kneeling until He beckons her upwards ~
A cold driving rain that chills one to the bone, drives me to the hearth and the comfort of a hot mug of coffee. The short sensually tempting temps of Spring gone for the wet wintery bite of winter.
Cg, I would love a cup of coffee if you would be so kind
I have noticed a decided lag in both new blood and old friends...it's a little disconcerting.
I'm sure everyone is much like me these days...busy busy busy. Eventually things will pick up a bit I'm sure.
Interesting post you left me...I'm going to enjoy writing the response, just as soon as I'm done my supper.
Thanks, HT, I could use a cold, tall beer. I just took my final exam in educational psychology. A toast to Piaget, Vygotsky, Kuhlberg, Skinner, Garner and all other mind boggling theorists.
Snow women? Hmmm. The lovely ladies of Ricks rooftop are too hot and warm hearted to qualify, I think, but maybe we can get them to help make us some snow angels. For that, they'd qualify.