karen,

I gasped when I read your "knocking the bottom out of it" comment. That sounds even cruder than my Hs "put the hurt to you" You do absolutely know what I mean. I have brought up the fact that I find that kind of talk a turn off, but H can't seem to help himself. It's kind of like the victory dance football players do in the endzone. Which, incidentally, rubs me the wrong way too.


I don't mind the sun sometime The images it shows I can taste you on my lips And smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and Sugar And softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through someone elses eyes BHS-"Pepper"