Thanks for the book references, Patsi, I appreciate it.
Well, yesterday I sent an email to my hubby telling him how sexy I thought he looked in his new work duds (he ALWAYS looks amazing in business dress), and that I just wanted to say 'I love you.' I told him that I was thinking about him this morning, and while doing so, I noticed I had a smile on my face. I told him that I was sending him the email because I always think these things, but I so rarely tell him, and I was really sorry for that. I meant every word, and he seemed touched that I said so.
And guys, yeesh, I went to bed in the buff... jolly h. cripes, all, you'd think the guy had hit the lottery. I didn't know two hands could be on so many areas of my body AT ONCE. It was a little overwhelming, I have to say. We couldn't ML because... well, I couldn't, you know?... so I topped him off, and he seemed verry happy.
So I stay in the buff, and he puts his PJ bottoms ON!!!! I made him take them off, and we slept like that. And much to my utter astonishment, I didn't get cold. Not once. This from a woman who could sleep in 10 layers of clothes and not get hot.
I don't know if yesterday made a great difference in the grand scheme of things, but I suppose one day does not a permanent change make.
So I'm going to leave my pj's in the drawer again tonight. Do you think he'll, like, get so used to me sleeping like that, that at some point I may as well be sleeping in pajamas?
