I've found my price for unsolicited, middle of the day, happy to do it, sex- the previously mentioned hardwood floors. Oh, and a man armed with a paper towel and Windex, aggressively cleaning every mirror in my house, is mad sexy. So, I guess my aphrodisiac is a combination of home improvement and masculine domesticity. If it's wrong, I don't wanna be right. If being right means living with carpet, I'd rather live wrong than right....
Now that's a hard wood I don't mind polishing on a regular basis. Meow.
2 comments:
lovely floors!
Gracias, Beverly. I refused to let Husband jedi mind trick me into doing somehting else so I'm pretty proud of myself (and my new wood).
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