TGIFF

Friday, sweet Friday.

You have such grand plans for me. I am anxious to dive into your pre-weekend bliss... especially knowing that I have an especially naughty evening planned with my precious red head.
So what's the agenda you ask? I'm not telling.

But I forsee a night of fun and frolick, perhaps an endeavor worth documenting... Tis a shame the men cannot join us tonight.

Or perhaps not a shame, but instead a blessing; since it has been awhile that we spent time alone together.

We shall see, we shall see.

How is it though that you worked the Mr. to let us run rampant i wonder?
You have massive powers of pursuasion.. and I envy you for every eyelash that wavered as you batted them playfully, lip pouting... to get a yes and the keys to his car.

Are we then playgirls tonight then? Absolutely.
Let's set this evening on fire.

For you, my quiet still readers... I offer only this photo, which is just a glimpse of your author as I hope to be seen through eyes of blue... yes, hers. The eyes I will look into tonight, and speak the permissive words that have waited patiently for many days to escape my parted lips.

You may see us tonight; arm in arm, lips locked... laughing. If you do, pass us your lighter and offer to buy us a drink.

We may let you watch.