Cover Me; I'm Going In
All this morning I've been thinking how ruggedly handsome and sexy my husband is to me. I had to go out early and when I returned my eyes looked him over in a way I've not done for some time. Yep. Still sexy after all these years. In a gruff Sam Elliott sort of way. The same look I saw the first time we met. When your eyes scan a room and hit upon something nice and you want to linger there, but don't want to appear too obvious. I knew who he was. He was known around the area and was whispered about in local music rooms followed by "he's the guy who plays guitar left-handed, upside down". (Still strung for a right hander, but flipped over and played-- Hendrix-style)

During breakfast I look over his way and wink. I get a blank stare in return. Finally I say,

"I've been thinking about you this morning."
"It's been a long ride, hasn't it, saddle pal?" says he.
I try again. "No, I've really been thinking about you this morning and how sexy you still are to me."
Totally evading my comment: ".......Is she up yet?" he sheepishly asks about our daughter.

I'll let him ponder my sexy proclamation awhile. I think I'll try again after he's had his second cup of coffee.