I’m still playing a bit of catch up after my week in Houston and my weekend of sleeping (So much sleeping! Even when I didn’t want to!), but I saw this on Saturday and it pretty much warmed my Outlander-accent-loving, book-a-week-reading heart. So here goes:
Sometimes when Kamel tells me I’m pretty or he likes something about my physical self, I remind him that I’m going to be old, saggy, and veiny when I get old. And probably hairier too. Most definitely hairier. And is he ok with that? This hot piece of ass isn’t going to last forever, my friend. He always says he’s fine with whatever. Lost limbs included.