Dinner is Ready, But So Am I
My poor husband didn't know what hit him when he walked in the door. Turn down the lights baby, toss me some plus size lingerie and light some candles. Maybe it's the "clean eating" (no preservatives) kicking in, or maybe my hormones are fluctuating, but I was all over him.
Dinner was ready though, so we sat down and had dinner. Then we had to go out and pick up the Jeep, since it was just inspected. I guess next time, I should just leave dinner be, and take care of other things first!
Oh well, maybe later.