I used the word "chuntering" yesterday.
I blame my excessive PBS Brit-com watching.
...and then...
Don't you hate when you're driving along, maybe not "paying attention" in the strictest sense, when you notice you've almost missed your turn and have to take the corner
Yeah, I hate that.
On the upside, that's usually when I find that lipstick I've been looking for.
For Your Entertainment...
A Flashback to an earlier time.
I chose this one in particular because I really, really need to go there.
The stage has been set...
The soft music of Seal murmurs dreamily in the background
The lights are dimmed
The candles are flickering, dancing their patterns on the walls
The fragrance of Ysatis (my favorite) perfumes the air
The ringers are off
The wine is poured
At last, that long-awaited moment is here.
Only one thing remains to carry the scene to completion.
I slip into a.....
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....steaming tub frothing over with bubbles.
AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
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