Talk about culture shock!
A couple of days ago I was waltzing around the Upper West Side like I knew what I was doing. Today I was driving through chicken farms in rural Arkansas.
It's time to get the hell out of this area.
But it feels amazingly good to be home. Except I forgot how bad our water pressure is here.
My husband had a very special surprise for me. And no. I'm not talking about oral sex or suspension sex or latex sex. I'm talking about a sweet little something that he probably had no idea would make me so happy.
He's wearing his wedding ring again.
God, I love this man!
If you'll excuse me, I need to go have some suspended oral sex in latex. Ain't nothing too good for my man.