As happens every summer, my freckles are popping like whoa, and I hate it.
I was complaining about it last night, and D said, “I love your freckles. You’re beautiful no matter what, but you’re the most beautiful when you’re smiling.”
Omg my heart, y’all. ♥️♥️♥️♥️
I can say that I’ve found some peace recently with my looks/body. I can waste time obsessing, or I can get on with living. This is me in all my unfiltered glory.
We went on a mini road trip today, like a road trip within a road trip. A subset?? LOL. Anyway – first stop on today’s agenda was lunch at LoDa Bier Garten. Then it was off to see the USS Alabama (battleship), and USS Drum (submarine) at the battleship memorial park; something to which the boys were very much looking forward.
I struggled physically on this outing, but it was so worth the effort to see how happy it made my two guys. I cannot express how happy their close relationship makes me.
(I really hope my ex-husband does the right thing when the time comes).
I feel like I break his heart over and over again every single day.
It was a good day.
But I can now say with certainty that I don’t like Mission Taco, which feels almost like blasphemy, but here we are anyway. Don’t ruin tacos by making them unnecessarily complicated. The beauty is in their simplicity.
D and I had really hot sex tonight; a hot, hard, juicy fuck. Afterwards, I looked at him and sang, “Certified freak. Seven days a week. Wet ass pussy – make that pull-out game weak.” He laughed, and said,”What the hell is that?? That shit is pornagraphic.” He doesn’t know Cardi B. lol
He’s so cute, and I love him. Things are going really well right now, and I am happy.
When I hear the lyric, “she’s been dying, and I’ve been drinking,” it feels like a good summary of our lives right now.