sailor’s delight and a classy date night, a rock home companion
Outside the rock house this week, a deer in the field, the air went from hot and windy to wet and cold, and in between, pinned up like a God poster, what delights the sailor.
I had written about the anniversary night I expected to wear pantyhose at a frou frou town event, but behold, Seth got out of it and came home with the most beautiful bouquet of flowers. I put on my red high heels, and we went to our favorite restaurant and spent a couple of hours eating and drinking, making faces and laughing. He’s my best friend.
As we carved our spoons into the flourless chocolate cake, so decadently rich, we, engaged in intellectual conversation, somehow got on the topic of tatoos.
I find out that after 10 years Seth never knew what I thought about tatoos. So then …
I got a tattoo, and to beat all, I really really LOVE IT, and yes, right now it’s a tiny star that will one day be a galaxy that runs down my arm. That’s a joke, but oh the places that little star will go.