Half a day in a car whose AC decided to crap out half way there has landed me on the doorstep of my sweet Noodle, drenched in sweat and hot as hell.
I’ll not give away what’s happened so far, but we both agree it’s Penthouse Letter worthy thus far and I’ve only been here for 4 hours.
Here’s us saying howdy.
Tomorrow, I meet The Russian. Quite excited about that, I must confess. Also, strangely ambivelant? Hard to put my finger on it.
Here’s to a wonderful weekend in Noodle-country! A-men!!
PS: This reminds me I need to write about Ann’s visit in June where matching panties and giant slabs of beef were involved in a killer girls’ weekend.