Dat booty doe.

I can’t wait to make dinner with my man tomorrow (aka today). By make dinner I mean I will stand by patiently while he cooks. I am by no means the embodiment of female domesticity - I lit the toaster oven on fire in my last apartment. He suggested I bring stuff to make a salad… Smart man.

Anyways, I’m more excited about the fact that we get to bone after we feast.

Yes to everything except the beach… Sandy vagina is a no-no for me.

Nakey.

Smug.