Chinese Take-Out Day means I ordered enough for four people and I'm eating it straight off the coffee table in nothing but your old tee. The dumplings are almost gone and I'm not sharing much longer. Come fight me for the last one, baby.
Chinese Take-Out Day means I ordered enough for four people and I'm eating it straight off the coffee table in nothing but your old tee. The dumplings are almost gone and I'm not sharing much longer. Come fight me for the last one, baby.
Housewife's Day snuck up on me, so I'm celebrating properly — heels on, skirt riding up, and the ironing somehow the least wrinkled thing in this room. Come inspect my work when you get home, daddy.
Sandwich Day demanded a proper build and I went completely overboard with the layers — the bread barely reaches the top of the stack. The only thing missing is someone to share it with. Come take the first bite off my plate, daddy.
National Deviled Egg Day got the full treatment — a double batch, too much paprika, and the apron was the only thing that made it out of the kitchen intact. Everything under it is still warm, baby. Come claim the spiciest one straight off the plate.
National Author's Day has me curled up with a well-worn paperback and a sweater that's given up on staying on my shoulder. This is my favorite kind of slow morning. Come read over my shoulder, baby.
The clocks fell back an hour and I decided the extra one belongs entirely to this bed — the sheets lost the argument somewhere around the second stretch. Come waste it with me, daddy.
The devil costume made it exactly as far as the horns and the stockings before I lost interest in the rest of it. Happy Halloween — this is what's under it. Come trick-or-treat at my door, daddy.
Halloween's tomorrow and I'm still deciding what to wear — the horns are a definite yes but everything else is still up for debate. Come help me pick the rest, daddy.
National Oatmeal Day started with cookies and ended with my hand somewhere it wasn't supposed to wander — but the batch came out perfect and so did I. Come clean the crumbs off me, daddy.
National Chocolate Day and I took it literally — melted the good stuff down and it turns out it looks even better on skin than it does in the wrapper. Come find out where the last drizzle ended up, daddy.