the hot date part1

My cute little arse is plonked at tis place called treehouse as i dutifully wait for e hubby to get off work. I am early so... after my 1 mug tiger draft, i decided to scribble down my tots and then later tediously transfer my tots to my blog.....

I was writing a letter to him during the first, sort of like a love letter i guess. It's then that i realised how much i missed e physical writing part. nowadays its just typing, tick tick, tock tock....

Today i year ago, we "officially" started dating exclusively. It was when he told me "we could make it beautiful". If u have been with me this year, you would have known wat's a ride it has been. Like someone used to tell me:" If u hear a piece of music and it gives u goose bumps, means that it was fucking good!


Now tis is from me... :" If you're thinkin about it and it overwhelms you till the point n can feel tears brimming, means u are fucking in love! :)

cheers people.

Anyway, he's probably being held up by some arh-bu nxx nxx or some P1 tics.. there's only one third of the second mug left so i need to ration the stoning... happy hour at $5.50 nett is quite dangerous and dinner's not even started... Baarrhahahhaa