No punkin pie for me.
The Ogwife made two. TWO. Sweet potato pies.
Two. Sweet. Potato. Pies.
Of COURSE they’re gone.
Mmmmm.Pie.
Have I mentioned how much I am in love with this woman? No, it’s more than that.
And then of course she wore my favorite jeans all afternoon, but didn’t put them on till after company arrived, so I had to stare at her perfect backside in them without being able to do shit about it.
Yet.

Handle up on business my friend.
Anticipation is a wonderful thang.
Ain’t love grand?
I still want to know who the hell Gerry is? Tom seems to thing it is someone on this site.
I guess Tom must be an OBama supporter as he does not need facts to make a conclusion.
My wife has a pair of jeans like that.
Damn. Just. Damn.