Yeah, ummmm.. Not so much with the romance over here. Anything sign of it that my husband dishes out is sadly lost on me. Early on when he opened my car door for me, I just assumed it was his quasi-subtle hint that he wanted me to drive instead. Poor guy.
Nothing says lovin’ like orange fingers!
screw that stuff about oysters. the true aphrodisiac is in that cheese powder!
And sleep, apparently! 😛
mmmmmMMMMmmmm sleep. sounds lovely.