This

is exactly how I will react if you ever think I am going to go shopping for: curtains, look at any kind of "patterns" for any kind of home decor, look at color samples, etc...

 

Okay, not exactly, I'll get leathered up, jingle my bike keys at you and ask you to have me a bourbon ready when you hear me pull in the driveway...

 

Yeah, exactly like that.

 

Cause see, I don't really care about any of that stuff, it just doesn't matter to me. Except the bedroom, if you want it like the Kenny Chesney song, that matters to me, but really: Roof not leaking? Check. Warm suitable clothes? Check. Warm place to sleep at night? Check. Food to eat? Check. What else do we really need? That and each other seems plenty good enough to me. Anything else in addition to these things?

 

Blessings.

 

Period.

 

Always been like that.

 

You'll be standing there in pissed off jigglypuff mode and I'll be like "Have that drink ready for me." after laughing and then riding away...

 

You've been warned.

 

Real men are secure enough in themselves not to care if they piss you off.

Honestly?

You and that mad  jigglypuff face?

Just gonna give me a smile from ear to ear and a hard-on like a rock the whole time I'm out riding.

 

To the point where I couldn't wait till I got back home.

 

Promise.