It didn’t occur to me until just now that today is Friday the 13th. I never really notice those things. Probably because when I think Friday, I immediately picture all of the gorgeous men who make an appearance on this blog. And today is no exception. Trust me.
I don’t want to complain about the weather because some parts of the country are suffering from a drought, but we’ve had rain every single day for nearly two weeks. In other words, the grass in my yard is so high, my dog has to nearly leap from short patch to short patch to find a spot to do her thing. Poor baby. Of course it doesn’t help that it’s raining buckets which means I have to boot her out the door to do her morning ritual and all she does is stand by the door and try to shake the rain off of her only to have more replace it.
This weekend is going to be low-key. I’m having a procedure done on Monday so I have to get my house clean and things done because when I get home again, I’ll be doped up. That should be fun. No, I won’t tweet. At least I don’t think I will.
Instead, I’ll sleep and dream of this:
But in my drug-induced dreams, he’ll finish taking those jeans off. What happens after that is between me and him and whatever medication I’m given. Heh. Ridges and muscles. Rar.
Happy Friday! I hope everyone has a great weekend. I’ll catch y’all on Tuesday.